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"Has she ripped up the mattress?",CHAPTER XXVI A GOLDEN WEDDING GIFT,Mrs. Wilson gazed sternly at Billy. "Willium, do you take Anson's tarts and pie?" she asked ominously.,"Well, by ding! I don't know but what I do mind. What if you should take a notion, some day, to carve up the side of this buildin', hey?",Anson's jaw dropped and he backed fearfully away.,Now, for the swamp-coon, Croaker had all the jealousy and hatred a crow is capable of feeling and as a last resort, whenever he was obdurate and disobedient as he was now, his master could nearly always bring him to submission by the mere mention of Ringdo's name. At Billy's threat Croaker raised his head and poured forth such a jargon of heart-broken lamentation that the listening owls inside crouched low in terror, their amber eyes questioning the meaning of the awful sound.,A brown water-spaniel waddled from the woodshed into the room, four bright-eyed puppies at her heels, and stood half in the glow, half in the shadow, short tail ingratiatingly awag.,"Hello, you!" he shouted. "You'll have to back up an' take the run to your left.","You've gotta come, too.","Oh yes, sir.","But Dad don't need it," Jim declared. "He's rich now.","Likely. Now I move we go right over into that ha'nted grove. What you say?".