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They went up the narrow stairs to a cluttered loft where Mrs. Island promised to do oneapiece for thim. He was a fine fiddler in his day and he had a fiddle thatcud make iverybody dance. Listen toit tearing down through the silver bush, Judy. They only half belave it and they dobe getting a big kick out av it. Ye have the Selby eyes and Winnie has the Gardiner eyes andtheyll both pass wid a shove. Jingle looked so woebegone that it made Pat madder still . She had never had growing pains and both she and Judy were afraidshe wouldnt grow properly. McClenahan stood on her doorstep and watched them out ofsight. McGinty went everywhere with them and was the happiest little dogin the world. Forpunishment she must eat in the kitchen. Thats nothing to the house Ill build for you some day, Pat. No, Judy might give her castoroil, as she had done the last time Pat had a cold. Even Aunt Helen would be better than castor oil. Sure and yeve picked a pretty goodone for yer first. He went with me to the store at Silverbridgelast night and he
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