Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/168

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WAR

"Well," laughs Jon, "can't you imagine some use for an empty spool?"

"Not since you made dog-wagons with them," says I, "and, anyhow, there are dozens of them right where she came from."

"But not one of them the right size, I suppose, just as I used to find out when I made the aforesaid dog-wagons of at least three different sizes of spools, sometimes four."