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The Trail of the Lonesome Pine by John Fox
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"Hit hain't!"

He looked up again. She surely was a pretty little thing--and
more, now that she was angry.

"I should say not," he said teasingly. "What did you say your name
was?"

"What's YO' name?"

The fisherman laughed. He was just becoming accustomed to the
mountain etiquette that commands a stranger to divulge himself
first.

"My name's--Jack."

"An' mine's--Jill." She laughed now, and it was his time for
surprise--where could she have heard of Jack and Jill?

His line rang suddenly.

"Jack," she cried, "you got a bite!"

He pulled, missed the strike, and wound in. The minnow was all
right, so he tossed it back again.

"That isn't your name," he said.

"If 'tain't, then that ain't your'n?"
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