The boys wriggled their way through the thicket of sumach, and reached a clump of golden-rod inside the road fence just as Wilson came out of the lane.,
"I am indeed, and have no words in which to convey my thanks to you for your kindness.",
"I have no piano in this cabin, sir," she answered, without raising her eyes. "And I have no heart to sing without music.".
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