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“Not this piece, sir,” answered Tom. “I’ve got all I can do helping my father. When we raised more than double the average yield of his fields on our little patch here, he decided that there was something in modern farming methods after all, so this year we’re putting all our corn in as it should be! And we’re going to have some crop, too!” “How this room does look!” Mother was continually saying. “Well, then, I want you to help. The Chief needs to know who’s back of the trouble and I believe you can find out!”.
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