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Mother patted Johnny’s hand. “We’ll think about it, little John, and talk it over with Father.” Johnny Blossom also was indignant over the pilot’s interference with their fine plan for feeding the goat. But it wasn’t the stupidest thing in the world to tie the goat’s legs together. In the afternoon they would do that, and Pilot Stiansen needn’t trouble himself any more over their affairs. “You poor nut! You haven’t any sense anyway!”.
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