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“Well, old Tom’ll have to be cleverer than I ever saw him to pay for that.” “Here, slow-pokes, drop yer carrots in this here bin.” He indicated an empty oat-bin. CHAPTER IX RED GOOSE FLESH.
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It had stopped raining, but was still cloudy. This was the hour when Billy usually wheeled long miles by himself, dreaming dreams no one but a boy knows how to dream. Nothing short of a downpour ever hindered him; thus mother and sister knew it was genuine self-sacrifice that kept him beside the little girl through the long afternoon. The blandishments of soda water fountains, candy stores, and other boyish temptations, found no victim in Billy. But if Mr. Cooper, the tinshop man, had driven hard bargains he would have bankrupted the boy. As it was his weekly allowance suffered in spite of Mr. Cooper’s generosity and Billy’s free access to a rich scrap heap at the rear of the big shop where everything, one would say, in tin and iron was made, from well pipe, tanks, and boilers, to tin wings for Edith’s fairies in the opera. “Smile, Moses, dern yer empty corn-cob face! Smile!” shouted one. “I don’t give two whoops ef he does,” Betty was bubbling with suppressed mirth..
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