" "Why how's this?" exclaimed Jonathan. Lucy propped Michelle against a thick, knobby tree stump. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. Happy Thanksgiving. Once before—but that had been different. Her straight strawberry blonde hair was exactly Cathy’s. "I was coming to give you intelligence of a comical trick played by this rascal, when I find him here—the last place, I own, where I should have expected to find him. We haven’t.
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