The Ransom of Mack
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a busy lad; and he’ll have a grocery of his own some day.”
“He will,” says I.
“There was lots of women at the wedding,” says Mack, smoking up. “But I didn’t seem to get any ideas from ’em. I wish I was informed in the structure of their attainments like you said you was.”
“That was two months ago,” says I, reaching up for the banjo.
