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better—and to discuss the news far and
near.

Mr. Goodman had a son a very little
younger than myself, whose name was
Daniel. Daniel and I were quite as
good friends as our fathers were. If we
did not see each other every day, a dark
cloud came over our brow; and when
we were obliged to be separated for
several days, owing to one of us having
left home on a visit, the cloud aforesaid
grew darker and thicker, and just as
likely as not the rain fell alittle. We
were uneasy as a fish out of water, if we
were not romping together half the time
when we wore out of school.