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“Why, there are those ripe apples. You might climb up in the tree for them, you are so small and light.” “Mr. Moseley says I am ready for my college exams, Dad. Tells me that he can’t take me along any further.” The boys answered in the affirmative. The old man nodded his head. “Pretty good, pretty good. You sho’ surprised me. Only ones what I’ve seen come through before have been dead ones. Sit ’round and in a minute I’ll have something to eat for ye.”.
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