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"
I
have
mine
left
from
today
.
I
put
them
in
salt
in
the
box
.
"
"
Let
me
get
four
fresh
ones
.
"
"
One
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
His
hope
and
his
confidence
had
never
gone
.
But
now
they
were
freshening
as
when
the
breeze
rises
.
"
Two
,
"
the
boy
said
.
"
Two
,
"
the
old
man
agreed
.
"
You
didn
’
t
steal
them
?
"
"
I
would
,
"
the
boy
said
.
"
But
I
bought
these
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
He
was
too
simple
to
wonder
when
he
had
attained
humility
.
But
he
knew
he
had
attained
it
and
he
knew
it
was
not
disgraceful
and
it
carried
no
loss
of
true
pride
.
"
Tomorrow
is
going
to
be
a
good
day
with
this
current
,
"
he
said
.
"
Where
are
you
going
?
"
the
boy
asked
.
"
Far
out
to
come
in
when
the
wind
shifts
.
I
want
to
be
out
before
it
is
light
.
"
