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32 Please do. I love to hear it. I can't tell you how queer I feel when I hear you cry out from the bend of that road, through the line of those trees! Do you know I feel like that when I hear the shrill cry of kites from almost the end of the sky?

Dear child, will you have some curds? Yes, do.

But I have no money.

No, no, no, don't talk of money! You'll make me so happy if you have a little curds from me.

Say, have I kept you too long?