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"
Yes
,
all
done
.
I
can
start
on
the
upper
first
thing
in
the
morning
.
Lord
,
but
I
'm
tired
!
"
"
I
'll
bet
.
Did
MacPherson
give
you
the
crotchety
old
mare
again
?
"
"
Too
right
.
You
do
n't
think
he
'd
take
the
animal
himself
to
let
me
have
the
roan
,
do
you
?
My
arms
feel
as
if
they
've
been
pulled
out
of
their
sockets
.
I
swear
that
mare
has
the
hardest
mouth
in
En
Zed
.
"
"
Never
mind
.
Old
Robertson
's
horses
are
all
good
,
and
you
'll
be
there
soon
enough
.
"
"
Ca
n't
be
soon
enough
.
"
He
packed
his
pipe
with
coarse
tobacco
and
pulled
a
taper
from
the
big
jar
that
stood
near
the
stove
.
A
quick
flick
inside
the
firebox
door
and
it
caught
;
he
leaned
back
in
his
chair
and
sucked
so
deeply
the
pipe
made
bubbling
noises
.
"
How
's
it
feel
to
be
four
,
Meggie
?
"
he
asked
his
daughter
.
"
Pretty
good
,
Daddy
.
"
"
Did
Mum
give
you
your
present
?
"
"
Oh
,
Daddy
,
how
did
you
and
Mum
guess
I
wanted
Agnes
?
"
"
Agnes
?
"
He
looked
swiftly
toward
Fee
,
smiling
and
quizzing
her
with
his
eyebrows
.
"
Is
that
her
name
,
Agnes
?
"
