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say something about its only having been a week; then they laughed; Grandpa came out and said, “Yes.”
We drove through the big covered bridge
toward the Waldo Hills, five miles. On the way we planned to fool Grandma; I was to get out at the barn and slip along the picket fence, and hide in the yellow rosebush near the gateposts, and I did. So when Grandma came out to open the gate she said to Grandpa, “I
