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Boys like sleep in the , but the desire to cuddle up for a few

o back to drea at a new ho I did not feel in the least sleepy, only

uncoh the wall, I ju down that Mr Solo on his thick boots

"Just coe

co his feet in his boots; "rain--rain Co"

He unbolted the door and I followed hirant air as we stepped at once into the bright sunshine,

where the floere blooth

But I had no opportunity for looking about the garden, for Mr Sololass-houses,

rattled open the doors, and gave a stoke here with a great iron rod, and

a poke there where the fires were caked together; while, without waiting

to be asked, I seized upon the shovel I saw handy and threw on some

coke

"Far back as you can, my lad," said Mr Solo fires; but we're obliged to keep up a little,

specially on cloudy days"

This done, he led the way into one of the sunken pits where thethe and killed it