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Everything was as usual. He could scarcely bear to look at the tree he had gathered the fruit from, but finding two apples on the ground under the other tree, he picked them up and took them into the house. He certainly wasn’t going to eat any more of Aunt Grenertsen’s apples.,"Grandmother, what large eyes you have!",But when he came to it, the front of the Chief’s cottage was dark. A ray of light came from the kitchen and Bob went to the back.,Yes, he had that coat, but who had told Johnny to tell him to wear it?,But when they finally parted they had come to the arrangement that Bob was to keep his eyes open for a possible job for Ted. Ted on his side promised that he would make one more effort to get his father to let him do as he wished. They planned to meet the following Sunday at the same place and compare notes.,“Hurry up, Bob, I tell you!”,"If I must die," she replied, looking at him with streaming eyes, "give me a little time to say my prayers.",Feather-in-the-Wind had become separated from them, but his plan had worked! This was Bob’s first thought, but his exultation was cut short by the most surprising event of this eventful night!,“Have you come to see me in all this bad weather?” said Jeremias.,At the door he repeated his “thank you” as he bowed himself out.,'This affair removed entirely the disguise with which I had hitherto guarded my heart;—my brother—my generous brother! learned the true state of its affections. He saw the grief which prayed upon my health; he observed it to my father, and he nobly—oh how nobly! to restore my happiness, desired to resign apart of the estate which had already descended to him in right of his mother. Alas! Hippolitus,' continued Cornelia, deeply sighing, 'thy virtues deserved a better fate.',CHAPTER III.