“Come here, boy,” called a very stout gentleman, the cross merchant who owned the “Sea Mew.”,
“Oh”—Further probing on Mother’s part to find out what Aunt Grenertsen’s share of the harvest had amounted to, drew forth the truth, uttered with a show of enthusiasm.,
“No good do that,” a quiet voice came to them from right beside them in the shadow of the doorway..
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