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"How can that be done?" asked the Princess. Then Bob told him the news that he had been saving for next Sunday. “Come along to the Quarter-house with me and feed, and then we’ll go hunt Whiskers—I mean Mr. Whitney.” CHAPTER XI TROUBLE.
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