Teddy went round by the garden backs and dropped the bag over the fence. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. I've come all these miles for this young fellow; but I don't cotton to the idea of lallygagging four weeks in this burg.
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