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At last Johnny Blossom and Tellef stood under the apple tree with a big basket.,“No, we won’t!” came a dozen voices.,"Be careful, Billy. Don't touch him!" warned Hinter, but he spoke too late. Billy had bent and laid his hand gently on the dog's quivering back. The low growl died in the animal's throat. Slowly his heavy muzzle was lifted until his nose touched Billy's cheek. Then his long flail-like tail began to wag.,"Always—indeed, always!" says Mona, with tears in her eyes; after which, with a last miserable glance, he strides away, and is lost to sight among the trees.,"You are wrong. I had one, and it was stolen by--",The distant torrent's melancholy note,CHAPTER XXXII.,“Sorry,” was the short response, “but orders are orders. Nothing doing.”,"That's me," says Mona, glancing at him archly from under her long lashes.,“Jerry, Jerry, old scout! I’m sorry as I can be. Forgive me for not having faith in you. I wanted to all the time!”,Leaf VIII. Melted.,The first act over, a troop of black-faced comedians occupied the stage..