Pop was putting away the dishes, and Jud was scrubbing out the sink.
Vaguely, from the corner of his eye, he felt that Pop had taken the pipe from his mouth.
She was a stanch five-year-old, and she had roamed the mountains about Pop's place at will.
He mastered it, and galloped with a heavy heart up the ravine and to the house of Pop.
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