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 "Why—nothing, 'xcept burros."

"Huh! Them! Huh! I ride a regular horse in the summer-time, I do. Go get ready, if you're going. I can't stand here all day. The fellows are outside now, whistling. Don't you hear them?"

"But I said she might go with you, because you are—well, your grandmother's grandson. I didn't say she might hobnob with Tom, Dick and Harry."

Michael fidgetted. The whistling of his comrades had already put another aspect on the matter. So long as there were no boys in sight to play with, he felt that it would be some fun to play with even a girl; especially one who was so frank and ready as she whom he had seen in Mr. Smith's doorway. But now the boys were back. They'd likely laugh and call him "sissy" if he bothered with Josephine, and what fellow likes to be "sissied," I'd wish to know!

Josephine felt the change in his manner, and realized that there was need for haste, yet, fortunately, nothing deeper than that. It