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He formed his resolution, and stepping to the door, knocked. He received no answer, whereupon he entered. At the conclusion of the service, Deacon Ringold called a few of the leading church members together and to them spoke his mind thus: Croaker balanced himself by flopping one short wing and laughed at the hisses of the angered owls. He hopped from his perch to the peak of the shanty as Billy reached for him and there he sat, demurely turning his head from one side to the other and muttering low in his throat. Erie was waving to him from the kitchen door. "Where's Maurice?" she called..