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CHAPTER VIII,"Did it occur to your massive mind that David Francis Edward had a twin sister with whom you were fairly well acquainted?" she asked in smooth and oily tones. "Twins, you know, have a quaint custom of celebrating their birthdays on the same date. Don't swoon, Infant; it is overpowering news, but you'll get over it in time.",CHAPTER III APPRAISING THE NEW TEACHER,It was not long before the rolling hills on either side of the stream gave way to rocky cliffs and deep gulches through which little creeks trickled into the river. The current grew faster and here and there an ugly rock showed its head above the surface, the water rushing by angrily on either side.,"I'd call it bein' kind to dumb animals," spoke up Wilson, his eyes meeting the angry ones of his wife.,She had Elinor in her arms, to everyone's great amazement, and Elinor, far from being reluctant, was as responsive as though Miss Jinny were her own mother.,“But what are you doing down here?”,"Yes?" queried Jen, eagerly. "I am open to correction. Please go on.","I should be much obliged for a cask of beef, sir," he said, after touching the narrow penthouse of a queerly constructed fur cap. "It's still a long way home for that there Louisa Ann, whose bin a hundred and seventy days in bringing us so fur.",“Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp.,"It doesn't seem worth while," she began, but Patricia broke in impatiently:,PRINTED AT THE EDINBURGH PRESS.