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Identifier: stnicholasserial04dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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re pardners, and we ve took up this farm,began Top ; but the man looked at the pair ofbeggars and laughed in a fashion that threatenedto bring the rails down over his head. Well, well, he said at last, wiping his eyes onhis shirt sleeve, if that aint the biggest joke. Then he sobered down a little, and felt of Tipsbones—and, in fact, Tip was not much else butbones. No more meat n a ladder ! Well, well, well !And he picked up poor Tip and marched awaywith him, while Top followed meekly. It seemedto him the man had oil seven-league boots, he gotover the ground so fast, while he could only limpafter, for Top was getting sore and stiff from tramp-ing. By and by, they turned into a green laneand came to the back-door of a house. The manlaid Tip on a bench, and a shaggy dog came andsniffed at him. M PARTNERS. 47 Molly Anderson ! called the man, and some-*idy came trotting briskly to the door, saying,iWell, John ! long before she came in sight.It was the woman who had given them the dough-
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THE PARTNKRS ELILD A H tuts. Tip cried when he saw her, though he did ntenow why, for he felt wonderfully glad. Things were mixed up after that for a good manyiays, and Tip had queer fancies of going or. and>n, trying to find the best kind of a farm to settledown upon, until at last he waked up to find himself on a clean bed in a great breezy garret,with the pleasant little woman darning stockingsbeside him. The man was there too, and he said,in a cheerful voice : Theyre made of cast-steeland whip-cords, themyoungsters. He 11 beright as a top in a dayor two. The other one isTop, Tip tried to say,but his voice was soqueer he did not knowit, and wondered whohad spoken. In the end, the part-ners concluded to giveup the farm; but theman who had be-friended them gavethem both work for afew weeks, and whenone day they rode backto the city in a greatloaded market-wagon,they felt far granderthan the Lord Mayorfor whom the bellsrang Turn again,Whittington ! It was grander yetriding back aga

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