The boy had all kinds of opportunity; but it's the old story of father making it too easy. "What's the matter, father!" continued the new-comer, addressing Wood. " "We won't trust you, my youngster," answered the janizary. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold.
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