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be frightened out of your wits at the big
house.”

Bessie.—No; I shouldn’t father. Nobody
would hurt me.

Mixon.—I shouldn’t think anybody on arth
could be so cruel as to hurt you; but Tom
had better go with you.

Bessie—No ; father, please don’t let him
go; another time I might not be able to keep
him from doing mischief to that bad boy.

Mixon.—W hat do you say, Tom ?

Tom.—tI have been thinking that we may
have been too hasty in taking possession of the
island, if it does belong to Mr. Cramer.

Mixon.—Most everything hereabouts do be-
long to him.

Tom.—tThen Bessie will go to-morrow, and
ask if we may use the island for our own this
summer.

Mixon.—She may go. Bessie, you may
read the chapter, and we will say oyr, prayers,
and go to bed. Itis a good thing to have a
little angel in the house.

Bessie.—Oh, father, I am no angel, but a

very wicked girl; for I have hard work: to
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