In this mood he turned into the main road and came upon Jackson limping, bloody, and crying.,
“Oh, the kids’—boys’ dogs are mostly old or else too fat to run, like Bouncer. I guess the rabbit can get away,—too soon, perhaps. We’ll have you for Fair Ellen.”,
“O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek..
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