CHAPTER I
BOB MAKES TROUBLE
"Bob! Bob!" called a woman in loud tones, as she came to the kitchen door, her arms, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, covered with flour. "Bob, I want you to go to the store for me. I need some more lard for this pie-crust."
There was no answer, and the woman looked across the big yard at one side of the cottage.
"Where can that boy be?" Mrs. Henderson murmured. "I saw him here a little while ago. He's...
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