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jerking their heads after the approved manner of high-bred horses, impatient of the bit.
"For the land sakes, honey! You done get your death! You'se been out here a right smart longer'n Massa Joe told you might. You come right home with me, little missy, now, if you please," said the butler.
"We'll draw her there, Peter. Why, I didn't know we'd been so long," apologized Michael.
"Thought you was a young gentleman what carried a watch!"
"So I am, old Peter," then producing that valuable timepiece he turned it on its side, studied its face, and informed his mates: "Half-past one, fellows, and my grandmother has lunch at one! Whew! Home's the word!"
