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around town a bit and put ’em on I’ll guarantee that nobody won’t give the thing away to her. And say, you leather-headed, rip-roarin’, low-down son of a locoed cyclone, you follow that advice she give me! I’m goin’ to take some of it myself, too.”
“Buck,” said Calliope feelingly, “ef I don’t I hope I may———”
“Shut up,” said Buck. “She’s a-comin’ back.”
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