The Tinder-Box by Maria Thompson Daviess
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"You don't need another vine," I answered mutinously....._Frontispiece_ He stood calmly in the midst of Sallie's family and baggage, both animate and inanimate 38 "Say, Polk, I let the Pup git hung by her apron to the wheel of your car" 98 His gray eyes were positively mysterious with interrupted dreams 182 "We must not allow the men time to get sore over this matter of the League" 218 "Is this right?" he asked 244 "She's our Mother," he said 276 Scrouged so close to his arm that it was difficult for both of them to walk 280 THE TINDER BOX CHAPTER I THE LOAD |
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