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Billy, who had squared away at his breakfast, spoke with his mouth full. "We're goin' to have 'em fer dinner," he informed his hostess. The regular enquiry was made from the frigate's quarterdeck by an officer, and the regular information was supplied by Captain Weaver. "Ringdo, you old sweetheart!" cried the girl and, reaching for the big swamp-coon, gathered him into her arms..
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"You bet it is," cried Billy. She bent and kissed him. "Best Daddy ever was," she whispered. Then jumping up she ran to the stove and put the kettle on. He was seated on a stump in the new clearing which sloped to Levee Creek, fingers locked about one knee, battered felt hat pulled over his eyes. The green slope at his feet lay half in the sunlight, half in the shadow. Across from a patch of golden-rod, the cock bird of a fox-scattered quail-covey whistled the "All's Well" call to the birds in hiding. Ordinarily Billy would have answered that call, would have drawn the brown, scuttling birds close about him with the low-whistled notes he could produce so well: but today he was oblivious to all save his thoughts. "Well," said he, "I suppose you kept your appointment this morning with Captain Acton.".
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