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"
Maybe
not
.
But
there
's
one
,
anyhow
,
that
ai
n't
answerin
'
,
"
grinned
Old
Tom
.
Then
,
abruptly
,
the
light
died
from
his
eyes
.
"
How
is
she
,
ter-day
--
the
little
gal
?
"
Nancy
shook
her
head
.
Her
face
,
too
,
had
sobered
.
"
Just
the
same
,
Mr.
Tom
.
There
ai
n't
no
special
diff
're
nce
,
as
I
can
see
--
or
anybody
,
I
guess
.
She
jest
lays
there
an
'
sleeps
an
'
talks
some
,
an
'
tries
ter
smile
an
'
be
'
glad
'
'
cause
the
sun
sets
or
the
moon
rises
,
or
some
other
such
thing
,
till
it
's
enough
ter
make
yer
heart
break
with
achin
'
.
"
"
I
know
;
it
's
the
'
game
'
--
bless
her
sweet
heart
!
"
nodded
Old
Tom
,
blinking
a
little
.
"
She
told
YOU
,
then
,
too
,
about
that
'
ere
--
game
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
.
She
told
me
long
ago
.
"
The
old
man
hesitated
,
then
went
on
,
his
lips
twitching
a
little
.
"
I
was
growlin
'
one
day
'
cause
I
was
so
bent
up
and
crooked
;
an
'
what
do
ye
s
'
pose
the
little
thing
said
?
"
"
I
could
n't
guess
.
I
would
n't
think
she
could
find
ANYTHIN
'
about
THAT
ter
be
glad
about
!
"
"
She
did
.
She
said
I
could
be
glad
,
anyhow
,
that
I
did
n't
have
ter
STOOP
SO
FAR
TER
DO
MY
WEEDIN
'
'
cause
I
was
already
bent
part
way
over
.
"
Nancy
gave
a
wistful
laugh
.
"
Well
,
I
ai
n't
surprised
,
after
all
.
You
might
know
she
'd
find
somethin'
.
We
've
been
playin
'
it
--
that
game
--
since
almost
the
first
,
'
cause
there
wa
'n'
t
no
one
else
she
could
play
it
with
--
though
she
did
speak
of
--
her
aunt
.
"
