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“Would you dare sit up on the big red pear?” asked Olaf.,“It certainly is going to be some big dam,” said Bob, waving his hand over the work spread out below them. “How high is it going to be?”,“Mother! Mother!” shrieked Asta. “Here’s a piece of a finger, with your big shears, lying on the attic stairs!”,“Yes, you had better,” said Aunt Grenertsen. But when he had gone into the hall she called, “Johnny Blossom!”,“Big Boss good to my people. Not let storekeeper cheat or Greaser hurt,” was the answer.,“Besides, I’d like to see a ranch. I’ve never been to one since we came out here. The people you’re going to see won’t mind my coming along, will they?”,“Sort of gets me,” was Jerry’s enthusiastic comment. “Somehow the thought of shady woods sounds mighty attractive after the dose of sun and desert I’ve had the last couple of years. How about you, Bob?”,“Throw some ashore,” suggested Johnny Blossom.,He revolved the means which might effect his purpose—he saw but one—this was the death of the marchioness.,“He breathes so queerly,” said Johnny Blossom.,“Did you ever in your life!” exclaimed Tellef’s mother. “Here’s two hundred dollars, Grandmother.”,“We know how you feel!” Link O’Day laughed. “According to you, Rockefeller hasn’t anything on the youngest cub of an engineer so long as the cub is one of the Reclamation Service’s outfit. Therefore your opinion isn’t worth anything in this case.”.