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Presently the little Chinese boy returned, his grin resumed, and a large basket on his arm. “Moses,” she directed, “git an empty apple-box fer the burnt orfferin’s.” “Oh, Mr. Sheriff, you won’t send me off now, will you, when the business is just beginning?”.
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St. Elmo hung back, electing to stay with the hero who had rescued him from the dangers of the wood. Yet the impression of the night had been deep enough to wake him before the sun rose. He dressed quickly, astonished the chickens with an early breakfast; put fresh sand in the coop; climbed the windmill tower to oil the bearings of the big wheel; and put the lawn mower in order, but remembered in time that to use it would wake the sleepers. The ladder fairly creaked under the portly lady, and Miss Gordon felt relieved when the loft was reached in safety. Mrs. Bliggins made no remark, but smiled placidly. The three stood at the landing and listened to the childish entertainer. “No; but I stop here sometimes. Are you afraid of ghosts?”.
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