“You can send some one after us, a man—not you, not either of you,” he called back over his shoulder, and was soon out of sight.,
“No, like a prima donna,” his sister retorted.,
“Hello, Billy To-morrow! Why didn’t you do that mowing last night? You said you were going to.” He dismounted, tied the pony to the post, and went inside; and one saw that in spite of jeers the boys were friends..
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