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