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No! She did not think the nickum
had taken it,--that mysterious Jack at
a Pinch!
This is what the bleeding heart of Pem-rose
told her over and over again within
the next twenty-four hours,--and after
that, too!
True, she had robbed him of his oars
and a dance,--or had been responsible for
the trick!
She had not made her scout-knights
return those ashen blades until the morning
after the dance, when they were
surreptitiously deposited upon the opposite
shore of the lake in the neighborhood of
the camp near the insects' egg-boats.
And she had enjoyed herself hugely
as the guest of the White Birch Group
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