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"Have you told Mr. Hinter yet?" she asked suddenly.,

"Willium, are you lyin' to me? If you are it's goin' to be the costliest lie you ever told.",

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Billy knew exactly what he was going to hear at Sunday School, and what he was going to see, and there wasn't much of interest in that for a live boy. Consequently he was quite unprepared for the unexpected shock he received on this particular morning, when he trailed dejectedly into the Sunday School room behind his mother and Anson.,

All eyes switched from the teacher to Fatty Watland. Fatty, his face very red, rose slowly and stood before the frowning Mr. Johnston.,

"Go an' tell Croaker an' Ringdo the whole business, an' let that crow an' swamp-coon 'tend to you.",

"God love us!" ejaculated Harry, dropping the knife with which he was stirring the potatoes and reaching for the demijohn. "An' fer why should ye be out on that wild goose chase, now?"