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He glanced at her closely, struck by the odd note in her voice. "He seems a manly little chap," he said. "I must get to know him better." "That new boy; his name's Jim Scroggie. His dad's rented the Stanley house on the hill." They stepped out into plain view of the crow, who was muttering to the gold-piece which he now held before his eyes in one black claw. Croaker lowered his head and twisted it from side to side in sheer wonder. He could scarcely believe his eyes. Then as Billy stepped forward and called him by name his black neck-ruff arose in anger and, dropping his prized bit of gold, he poured out such a torrent of abuse upon the boy and girl that Lou put her fingers in her ears to stop the sound. "She was carryin' the big meat-platter on her arm an' she fell with her arm under her—an' broke it.".