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Various Harper's Round Table, November 12…

George managed to look up. "No," he said; "I went in by myself."
The old man, muttering and grumbling, stepped over to the boys, and stood both of them on their feet. It was all that either could do to keep his balance; but at last, they looked at one another, and William half laughed.
"Oh, won't we catch it when Aunt Clarissa sees us!" he exclaimed.
At this, Grace, looking toward the bridge, called out, excitedly, the tears still running down her cheeks, "There's Mr. Wyeth! There he is at last! And, look! there's some one with him. It must be our Uncle Daniel!"
She pointed up the road.
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Various Harper's Round Table, November 12…

If you should go down into the engine-rooms of one of the ocean fliers, when the ship is going at full speed in mid-ocean, and should feel the heat and see the tremendous activity there, you might think you knew exactly how these modern monsters of the sea were propelled. The engines are the heart of the craft, but there has to be a brain, and you find that on the bridge.
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Various Harper's Round Table, November 12…

It was a fearful blow to the team, and Captain Miller, with the pessimism of youth, instantly gave up all hope of the championship.
"There's not another full-back in the school," he said. "Fluellen's good at a place kick, but he can't punt; and Forsyth punts pretty well, but a funeral's quicker than he is." And he shook his head gloomily, while poor Buck Graham lay on the lounge gazing ruefully at his bandaged leg and bemoaning his luck.
"Sleep, will you do me a favor?" said Atkins, the following afternoon, blushing with embarrassment.
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