Frog story with Moral

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Mrs. Wilson lit the coal-oil lamp and placed it in the center of the kitchen table; then she turned toward the door, her head half bent in a listening attitude.,They ran quickly up the valley, Billy unfastening his few garments as they ran. By the time Billy had reached the bend he was in readiness for the swim across. Without a thought of the long leeches—"blood-suckers" the boys called them—which lay on the oozy bottom of the creek's shallows ready to fasten on the first bare foot that came their way, he waded out toward the channel.,Just here the whistle of bob-white sounded from a little distance along the trail.,Both the old retired officers instantly stopped.,"You told me to bring it in, didn't you?" Billy inquired, mildly.,"You kin have that Jim Scroggie over to supper tonight, Willium, if you want to.",Thus speaking he picked up his hat from the floor, bowed to Captain Acton and to Miss Acton, and left the room without noticing the Admiral.,"Your Ma says you kin come," said Mrs. Wilson, "Providin' I don't let you near the cookie jar, and see that Anson brings you back safe.","I think I told you, Sir William," said Captain Acton, after a short interval passed in reflection, "that the Minorca is in want of a captain.","I think," Mr. Johnson's voice was heard above the din, "it would be a good plan to start a fire in that big stove. This place is positively vault like with dampness.","I'm afraid Joe'll sell, if he gets a good offer," reflected Wilson.,"Near the heart. He shot himself!" said the Admiral..