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"Croaker, good old Croaker, come down and I'll get you a cookie," Erie begged. Erie clasped her hands in ecstasy at sight of the wild ducks. "Oh, aren't they lovely!" she cried. "Put them in the ice-house, Daddy, until Billy starts for home." "Certainly; it's young Billy Wilson. You know—the lad who is always roaming the woods.".
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"Which one?" Maurice asked sarcastically. "The good one er the blacked one?" "What's he been doin' now, Bill?" asked Maurice as Billy and the crow joined him beside the root-house. Her head went down to hide against his arm. "That's Deacon Ringold's buck-board," Billy informed his chum, drawing him behind an alder-screened stump. "Say, ain't he drivin'? Somebody must be sick at his place." Then as the complaining vehicle swept into sight from around the curve, "By crackey, Maurice, your Pa's ridin' with him.".
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