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The New McGuffey Fourth Reader by Various
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Andrew was a Scotch boy, and a fine fellow. He was next to the
head of his school, and he was as good at play as he was at his
book.

Jenny Murdock, his most particular friend, was a little girl who
lived very near Andrew's home. She had no brothers or sisters,
but Andrew had always been as good as a brother to her; and,
therefore, when she stood by the water's edge that morning, just
ready to burst into tears, she thought all her troubles over when
she saw Andrew coming along the road.

He had always helped her out of her troubles before, and she saw
no reason why he should not do so now. She had crossed the creek
in search of wild flowers, and when she wished to return had
found the bridge removed, as Andrew supposed, by old Donald
McKenzie, who pastured his cows on this side of the creek.

This stream was not very wide, nor very deep at its edges, but in
the center it was four or five feet deep; and in the spring the
water ran very swiftly, so that wading across it, either by
cattle or men, was quite a difficult undertaking. As for Jenny,
she could not get across at all without a bridge, and there was
none nearer than the wagon bridge, a mile and a half below.

"You will go with me, Andy, won't you?" said the little girl.

"And be late to school?" said he. "I have not been late yet, you
know, Jenny."

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