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EORGE MARSDEN!"

There was a staggering pause. "Mr. Marsden," said papa, when he had somehow got his breath, "I'm an old fellow, and I dare say I'm pretty pigheaded, but I'm not too old and too pigheaded to admit having made a mistake. You and I have got to be friends, and there's my hand on it!"

We all gave him our hands on it, and I added a little squeeze extra. Then he asked was he to run the car into the barn, and papa