“The apple boat, the one Mr. Lind and Mrs. Lind own, you know—that comes every autumn.”,
“It seems to me you do nothing but eat,” came through the window.,
“No,” said he hastily—and his clear young voice, though emphatic, had a note of childish fear—“no, I don’t want to, Uncle; I don’t want to stay here now that Uncle Isaac is dead”—.
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