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Rh Joe could n't find a piece of string, but produced a kangaroo-tail sinew that had been tied round a calf's neck.

The pressman was enthusiastic. He buzzed about and talked dentistry in a most learned manner. Then he had another squint at Dad's tooth.

"Sit on the floor here," he said, "and I won't be a second. You'll feel next to no pain."

Dad complied like a lamb.

"Hold the light down here, missis—a little lower. You gentlemen" (to Canty and Dave) "look after his legs and arms.