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By the time his story was finished, a knock sounded on the door and it opened to let in Jenkins, the camp marshal. “Ugh! boy!” said Tellef. The work on the dam had gone smoothly since Mr. Whitney had taken the job over. Except for minor accidents, nothing really bothersome had happened to delay the work in any way, yet Bob, who was now constantly with the Chief, realized that something was bothering the man he was so fond of. Gone was the half chummy, half paternal air of Mr. Whitney. He was irritable and not at all himself..
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It was apparent to the most casual observer that Mannel’s whole wardrobe consisted of one grey shirt, one pair of faded blue overalls and a pair of braces. To the uninitiated his occasional absences from school for an entire day would have seemed most mysterious. Leading questions as to the cause having been put to other members of the family who were present elicited only a reluctant reply that Mannel was not ill. Further than this they would not go. At last even on the most obtuse one, light would dawn. Mannel was being laundered.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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Outside of the flower garden proper and between it and the vegetables, were several rows of gay sunflowers. Mr. Wopp approved of these mightily, because the seeds were “sich grand feed for the chickings.” Betty looked on these gaudy sentinels with sorrowing pity, because they had not the daintiness of the other flowers.
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“Yes, but there is a lot more to forestry than that. I’d like to show you some day how modern logging is done.” “It is pretty hard, but when the dam is built there’ll be many other fields below the dam. He’ll have to move down there, that’s all.” The real Fairy Gift is amiability! The church bells began to ring, ushering in the holy tide. Christmas Eve! Oh, he must hurry, hurry home!.
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