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A YANKEE FRIEND
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"Tip your hat straight, Betsey, and take the camera. I can manage both bags."
"Oh, I hope Uncle Dick will meet us!" Betty was so excited she bumped her nose against the glass trying to see out of the window. "Look, Bob, just see those derricks! This is surely an oil town!"
The brakes went down, and the brakeman at the end of the car flung the door open.
"Flame City!" he shouted. "All out for Flame City!"
