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“How did you manage it?” put in Bob, who was thrilled with the narrative.,“But that’s not like having someone you belong to!” cried Jerry. “The Boss is all right but he isn’t a family. Why, the first thing I remember is selling papers in the Loop back in Chicago when I was hardly big enough to walk, and getting licked when I got home because I didn’t bring in enough pennies. Home!” the boy’s voice broke on the word. “It wasn’t a home!”,Again Jerry hesitated and Bob realized that a struggle was going on within him.,This poor child was the scapegoat of the house, and was blamed for everything that happened. Nevertheless, he was the shrewdest and most sensible of all his brothers, and if he spoke little, he listened a great deal.,There was once upon a time a little village girl, the prettiest ever seen or known, of whom her mother was dotingly fond. Her grandmother was even fonder of her still, and had a little red hood made for the child, which suited her so well, that wherever she went, she was known by the name of Little Red Riding-Hood.,“Is it anything to worry about when a horse breathes?” scoffed Gunnar Olsen. “He breathed like a bellows when I rode, but yet I took only eight minutes and four seconds.”,Slowly sinks upon the main;,“Yes, that is best, little John.”,Little we fear,[35]"I must have left it," she replied, "upstairs on my table.",“Can you make it?” asked Bob. “We’ll have to swim.”,“I’m fairly out of my wits with joy,” replied Grandmother..