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THE DREAM-BOOK
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"John L. Sullivan," hazarded a youthful male Blakely humorously.
"That dude of Riley's!" declared Mrs. Blakely impressively. "Mr. Ellison scattered my enemies right and left. Ain't it plain as the hand-writin' on the wall that he's goin' to help you-all out? Don't you lose a minute, Ben. You ride over and borry enough off him to buy in with Pap. Luna, honey, chase that chicken out of the fryin' pan while your up, and Undine retch under the shelf-paper and fetch Ma the dream-book."
