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were exchanged about the oats, and then we were off. An hour’s downhill drive in the sweet starlight brought us back into town.
“Ay,” said Dad, as we parted. “Good kids all, as you say; ne’er a scabby sheep among ’em. Won’t be like some I know of, a-wantin’ the State to keep their father an’ mother in old age, I’ll warrant. Only Hughie I s’pose’ll soon be wantin’ Nance, an’ that girl Eva has got to have lessons. Well, we shall manage. Glad you enjoyed yourself. Good night!”
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