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They were a happy lot. Each held some high-sounding position, the name coined in Billy’s busy brain. His box of abused tools came forth; the much mended wheelbarrow, picks, shovels wobbly from use as well as abuse, improvised things that only an imagination as large as Billy’s could have named tools,—something for each one there. “Yes, he can do that; I’ve seen him myself.” Fer our reapin’ bye ’n’ bye.”.
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“Pretty; and Charley will be Douglas, and—” BILLY did not lift his face from the pillow; he was striving to steady throat and voice. “Does he?” May Nell stared innocently into the darkening eyes. “I should think that would make you awfully agitated.” He went on, a little cautiously now, and shortly came in view of the “Ha’nt,” a sinister though imposing house, built of cut stone, close against the face of the most picturesque mountain of the range, bounding Vina Valley. The windows were curtained with cobwebs and dust. For years the wide front door had been nailed up with the same sun-bleached boards; and “Keep out!” spoke from every gray splinter..
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