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"Yes. I thank you for your goodness," returns he, slowly.,Hinter was still seated on the fence when Billy turned the curve in the road. "I wonder what he wants of Lost Man's Swamp," mused the boy. "An' I wonder what he's scared somebody'll find there?",All the floors at Kingthorpe were as shining as a mirror. Mother said they were waxed. It was a good thing the floors at home were not waxed, for it would be an awful job to take care of them. When he and Asta played tag around the dining-room table for instance—my, oh my! but there would be a good many scratches on the floor! Queer, that rich people must have every thing so fine! For his part, he thought such elegance was only a bother.,“Give us an apple,” whispered Stephen to Nils. Nils did not answer, but gave Stephen a sly look and then made a hideous face.,"Who said that?" shouted Mr Lawrence, with the blood red in his face.,“Wouldn’t be surprised if I did,” said Link with a smile. “I’m getting a little tired of cows now. If you really want to go, Jerry, I’ll start along with you any time.”,The word "trousseau" can be spoken in a woman's presence for many years with no effect, but it is an awful shock when she first really hears it. I felt queer all the afternoon as I packed those trunks for the five o'clock train.,“Uncouple!” he yelled to the engineer. As he and Bob swung into the cab, the little locomotive[121] was already moving slowly. “To the east bank, quick!” he ordered and caught the whistle cord. The prolonged screech told the switchmen and other trains that something serious was afoot, and that the line must be cleared.,The redskin did not seem to bother about the Mexican’s escape. From the gentle way in which he handled the boy, it was clear that he was proud of him, proud that the young white man had done such a brave deed. He had seen what had happened as he came running back from the camp.,"Oh gollies!" gasped Anson. "What's he huntin' copperheads fer, Bill?","Oh, Bruce, the sycamore you painted is gone!" called Patricia, not turning. "Come and see!",She pauses. But for the absurdity of the thing, Mr. Rodney would swear there is hope in her tone..