"Well, you go along to the milkhouse an' lick the cream off a pan of milk. It'll settle that Injun turnip quick.",
"Ringdo," cried Erie, slapping the coon's fat sides, "you can't possibly see your friend, Frank, now so come along. We'll have a race down the path and a scramble among the leaves.",
"Well said, Miss, well said!" cried Miss Proudfoot, who was a very good hand at whist and very quarrelsome over the game..
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