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He ran back a few steps and found a loose board he had climbed over when coming up. This he carried to the edge of the wall. “When I call,” he spelled out, “break window, use chair, come across on board.” “O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek. CHAPTER II.—CONCERNING BETTY..
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