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"Would I not tell my dream, as nice young men in the Bible always did?"

"Who?" I cried. "What! You don't mean to say--was that Lieutenant Ferry?"

As the quartermaster lifted out a pair of brogans as broad as they were long, there came a cry of protestation from the freight-car group, that brought the entire herd of rustics from the woodpile and the locomotive. Miss Harper rose behind her nieces, tall, slender, dark, with keen black eyes as kind as they were penetrating. "My boy!" she cried, "you cannot wear those things!"

"Why, I keep the plain road, don't I?"

"I do not know."

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