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“Hello, Link,” said Jerry. “I didn’t bring Bob up only to show him the ranch, but to let you give him a square meal for once. If you’ve still got Sing Lee properly trained he’ll get it!”,If I only had an Idean vine; what is it, Billy?”,How did he know her name, she wondered, yet answered more bravely than she felt. “Yes, sir.” She thought it best to be as polite as possible. “I’m alone now, but the boys are expected every minute.” She would say “boys” even if Clarence didn’t come; it sounded more protecting.,Here his laughter became a series of concussions decidedly menacing to his well-being.,"Why, sure we was, but we were stuck tight. You might have passed us, easy enough.",“Won’t you dive Elmo some wed ones, too?” he pleaded.,Not deigning to notice this irrelevant interruption the teacher proceeded.,It was Saturday afternoon on a busy street in the city. Moses Wopp and Clarence Crump, at whose home the former was spending the week end, were on their way to the skating-rink. If they had wanted to skate there, the streets would have accommodated them with a sufficiently smooth surface, as an early frost had rimed the pavement.,At this mendacious statement Mrs. Wopp turned on her offspring a withering glance.,And ne'er made sie anither,","Well, perhaps I was," says Geoffrey, easily: "we are all mad on one subject or another, you know; mine may be Mona. She is an excuse for madness, certainly. At all events, I know I am happy, which quite carries out your theory, because, as Dryden says,—,'My night has no eve,.