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The boys exchanged glances. The scheme was working! Mrs. Keeler went back to the basket on the table and started to remove the packages, one by one. He was suddenly hailed from the gate by a loud, hearty voice. Billy felt his cheeks turn hot. "I might," he returned, "an' ag'in, I mightn't.".

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