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I THE DONATION PARTY

rother Meaker rose from his pew and looked at Jason appraisingly. "I don't know, brethern," he said. "Of course, he's a growing boy. Just turned twelve, didn't you say, ma'am?" Jason's mother nodded faintly without looking up, and Brother Meaker went on. "As I said, he's a growing boy, but he's dark and wiry. And I've always noted, the dark wiry kind