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The Boy Inventors' Radio Telephone by Richard Bonner
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but embedded in your enclosing structure was a fine specimen of green
granite."

"Great hopping water-melyuns!" roared Old Crabtree, "and you tore down
my fence to git at a pesky bit of rock?"

"Rock to you, sir," responded the scientist calmly, "like the man in
the poem a 'primrose by the river's brim, a yellow primrose is to you,
and it is nothing more.'"

"Dad rot yer yaller primroses," yelled Old Crabtree, dancing about in
his rage. "You make good for tearing down my fence, d'ye hear me?"

"I shall take great pleasure in forwarding you a check for any damage
I may have done," said the professor.

"I want ther money now," said the farmer truculently.

"I regret that I have left my wallet at home," said the professor.
Then he brightened suddenly. "I can leave my bag of specimens with you
as security," he said, "if you will promise to be careful with them."

He unslung his bag and tendered it to the angry farmer who received it
with a look of amazement that the next moment turned to wrath when he
saw its contents.

"By hickory, what kind of a game is this?" he demanded. "Nothing but a
lot of old rocks. By heck, thar's enough here to build a new fence!"

He flung the bag down indignantly just as the professor darted forward
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