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76 Claude laughed. “Oh, I don’t care if Ralph takes all the fruit on the place, Mahailey!”

She shrank back a little, saying confusedly, “No, I know you don’t, Mr. Claude. I know you don’t.”

“I surely ought not to take it out on her,” Claude thought, when he saw her disappointment. He rose and patted her on the back. “That’s all right, Mahailey. Thank you for saving the peaches, anyhow.”

She shook her finger at him. “Don’t you let on!” He promised, and watched her slipping back over the zig-zag path up the hill.