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“Sure! Take care of the truck, will you?” He dropped his burdens to Jean’s willing hands, and darted forward. “Giving music lessons isn’t work. I’d love to do that.” “I can’t. Nailed.”.
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“Oh, Betty,” he begged, “Pease dive me some.” Jean, too, crossed the little bridge, climbed the fence, mounted her wheel, and rolled off down the dusty road. THE place Billy called the Fo’castle was a tiny room in the sloping windmill tower. It was level with the second floor of the house, and a narrow, railed bridge connected it with a door in his mother’s room. Under it was the above-ground cellar, overhead the big tank. Still higher whirled the great white wings that pumped the beauty-giving water to lawn and gardens. Clarence had crossed the Pons Asinorum; a series of intoxicated circles, with sharp-cornered triangles piercing their fat sides, bore eloquent testimony to his faltering steps..
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