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If it were only German the men spoke! He had studied German for a half year now and could have managed with that language pretty well, he thought.,The Mahogany Tree,To which she answers, "No. How should I? But tell me.",At last he was about to get up and go home when he saw a figure dodging from shadow to shadow and making up the hill in the general direction of his position.,"I slept badly last night; I hardly slept at all," she says, plaintively, evading direct reply.,Bob thought he detected a little note of disappointment in his chum’s tone, but the words of congratulation seemed sincere.,The great dog rose and came slowly across to him. "Good boy!" Billy slapped him roughly on the shoulder, and he whined.,“Haven’t you anything to say for yourself?” snapped the man. “Is Bob right?”,For Tellef he would buy some dates—they were so good—and with this settled, all his presents were planned.,“You are all I’ve got, son,” was the quiet reply. “I must let you do the best you can for yourself.”,Rain dropped her gray mantle behind a tree, and reappeared with her chalice of diamond-dust dew, to touch the fairy chorus to shimmering beauty. The gnomes, their queer masks and hunched shoulders showing grotesquely under their gray garb, joined the fairies’ dance. Wind came floating in as Summer Breeze. Storm was transformed to the Slave of the Sower; while Black Frost was perched high up at the rear, grinning from the top of the mountain.,"What about?".