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“Some of the real stuff,” he requested, “just to make these folks realize they haven’t begun to live yet.”,“You bet it’s work! ’Specially when she gets hold of a cub like me.”,June had been unusually warm and dry, and careless early campers had already started their annual conflagrations. Now high over the crest of the mountain the flames came sweeping down; came with the wind from the valley on the other side where they had raged till fuel was exhausted.,He obeyed, talking whimsically to his pets as he went.,“Next month when currants are ripe you shall see.”,“Obedience, thy name is cats,” Billy preached solemnly.,“If she steams,” Harold put in sagely.,Her anxiety somewhat allayed for the moment, Mrs. Mifsud roused herself for the entertainment of her guests.,He woke early the next morning. This was rare for him; he usually slept like a bear in midwinter. Perhaps the creaking of the windmill all through the night made his slumber light. Another noise had disturbed him, the sewing machine. Its whirr had come up to him from the open window of the living-room. He knew mother and sister were sewing hard, that on the morrow the poor little stranger might be suitably clad. He had brought upon them this extra work! And this was only the beginning. If the child’s mother was not found they must buy clothes as well as food; and this would take a lot of his sister’s money.,Ricketty jig and away we go.”,“Easy, mates. Kids, belay there, till we launch her!” This to the gaping youngsters always in the way.,Job, his ardor undampened by the strangeness of this reception, made haste to follow..