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"No," said Noble, still confused "I suppose not"

"I'ood deal better I'oin' as fast with it as I did with the other one, and I expect it'll be quite a ways ahead of this one" She again eh "I don't kno I do it, myself The family all think it's sort of funny I don't kno I do it, myself; but that's the way it is They all say if they could do it they're sure they'd kno they did it; but I guess they're wrong I presume if you can do it, why, it just comes to you Don't you presuuess so" They had reached his gate, and he stopped "You're sure none of your fa to-day?" he asked anxiously

"Frohed, and opened the gate "Well, good evening, Florence"

"Good evening" Her eyes followed him wistfully as he passed within the enclosure; then she turned and walked quickly toward her own home; but at the corner of the next fence she called back over her shoulder, "I'll leave it with yourit"

"What?" he shouted, from his front door

"I'll leave it with your mother"

"Leave what?"

"The poem!"

"Oh!" said Noble "Thanks!"

But when his mother handed him a copy of the first issue of The North End Daily Oriole, the next day, when he came ho about Julia in it

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