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and right back of them, a little beyond, is the shed. May-
be she ’s lying there sick ; like enough, poor thing!”

Little Wisk followed the directions, as she picked her
way carefully through the great bleak cattle-yard, think-
ing, as she went, that killing lambs did n’t always make a
man so very wicked, after all.

Reaching the shed, she found the poor old apple-woman,
moaning and bent nearly double with rheumatism.

 

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I’M SORRY YOU ARE NOT WELL, Goopy,’ SAID LITTLE WISK.”

“T’m sorry you are not well, Goody,” said Little Wisk.
“We missed you, you know. What can I do for you?”
“Bless your bright eyes! Did you come to see poor old
Katy? Ough ah-h! the pain’s killing me, child! Oh, the
Lord save us, ough ah!”
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