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Jeremias wagged his head. “I tell you, there’s something to a boy that has the head to plan like that.” Whilst she was busy with the hairdressing, they said to her, "Cinderella, should you be very glad to go to the ball?" Perhaps he ought to be looking after his own fishing tackle. Every one was talking about going fishing nowadays and he’d better see whether his tackle was hanging where it should be, on the wall of the wash-house. William Holm had done nothing at school today but brag of that new fishing tackle of his..
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