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"Dug it up to fool Fatty Watland with. Was goin' to tell him it was a ground-nut. I've had it in fer him ever since he shoved me off the bridge into the creek.",CHAPTER XXVI A GOLDEN WEDDING GIFT,"Well," she cried in a voice of tremulous eagerness, "have you heard of her?",There were other items but Caleb read no further. He stood back sucking the stem of his pipe thoughtfully. "Whereabouts did that Billy go, Ann?" he asked at length.,"Well, you might as well have both bowls then. I don't like to see good bread an' milk wasted.","Ol' Scroggie left it all to him," said Billy.,Suddenly, Caleb jumped from the bench. "Stop, Harry O'Dule!" he entreated. "That whistle of yours would soften the heart of old Nick himself. Do you want to set me crazy, man? Come, give me your jug, I'll fill it this time. But remember, never ag'in. I mean that, by ding!","She floats in like a swan," said Miss Acton.,Maurice, peering about among the trees, answered absently.,"Well!" exclaimed Mr Lawrence, eyeing him with that sort of regard with which one views some hairy, human-like importation of the likeness of a man, and perhaps better looking than some men, from an Indian or South American forest.,The deacon started. "Yes, did he tell you about it?","Neeborly, ain't he?" growled Tom to his companion. "Nice, friendly sorter youngsters they raise on this God forsaken spot, I say.".