his wife, Sam, was brushing the nap of that pretty coat for him, and kissing her husband good-bye for the day. Grandmother kept the storm door ajar, and the bitter December air must have been cold against her legs; it was plenty cold for Ow POOR HARRY. Lish smoked up a storm, and her amber hair was dyed (because she was graying at her roots), Mrs.
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