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CHAPTER III.—A DAY AT SCHOOL. “Obedience, thy name is cats,” Billy preached solemnly. “She’ll be all right. May Nell and me—I—we took our lunch and went over to Potter’s pasture. Shoot! She’s waiting now! I hope the poor little kiddie—little girl—eats, don’t wait for me,—she an’ Bouncer.”.
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