Jerry was first awake in the morning. He roused Bob but not until he had a fire going and the coffee-pot singing merrily. Bob got up and, slipping off his clothes, dived into the river. The water was cold but not unpleasantly so. Jerry looked at him for a minute and laughed as he came out dripping.,
“Why, there are those ripe apples. You might climb up in the tree for them, you are so small and light.”,
She desired to retire for a time to some obscure convent, there to await the issue of the event, which at present involved her in perplexity and sorrow..
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