Uncle Isaac lay in the big carved bedstead. My, oh, my! how pale he was! almost as pale as Jeremias the wood-cutter.,
By the time his story was finished, a knock sounded on the door and it opened to let in Jenkins, the camp marshal.,
“And I sort of led him on,” interrupted the boy. “I’d like it a heap if you’d let him go.”.
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