Fill the red bowls,,
“The apple boat, the one Mr. Lind and Mrs. Lind own, you know—that comes every autumn.”,
Gray-haired, delicate, with sorrowful eyes and long, white hands, Uncle Isaac sat in his big, carved, oaken chair..
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