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“Please excuse me about the boat-hook,” and a small brown hand was stretched out and laid in the merchant’s hand.,"Isn't it funny how familiar that antique room looks?" said Patricia with enjoyment. "I feel quite like an old residenter already. By the time my clay comes I'll have the sensations of the oldest inhabitant.",After the man had gone, Patricia, who had flushed, suddenly giggled. "Did you see him looking at us, Frad?" she asked, in an undertone. "He thought he'd caught us holding hands, like regular grown-up spoons!",“Here I go,” responded Tellef. He sprang to the tree, gripped the trunk with his knees and was up in a trice. Vigorous shaking. Five big apples thumped to the ground.,"Poor thing, she's done it at last!" cried Patricia compassionately. "Then what happened?","Now let's get while the gettin's good," whispered Billy; and the three crept off into the shadows.,“That must be it,” he said. “Look, Jerry!”,"I am so glad you have come, darling," says little Dorothy, taking off her hat, and laying it on a chair near her.,“We’ll talk more about it later,” was what he said. “Now, young Hazard, if you want to see the ranch I’ll go along with you. Coming, Jerry?”,“But what?” encouraged Bob.,"No, no; this is not a time to forsake one in trouble," says Mona, faithfully, but with a long, shivering sigh. "I need see nothing, but I must speak to Kitty.",Geoffrey, stooping over to wake her with a kiss, marks all this, and also that her eyelids are tinged with pink, as though from excessive weeping..