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Fox, John, 1863-1919

"The Trail of the Lonesome Pine"

"
June made no answer, but at the gate she looked suddenly up at
him.
"Have you got one, too?" she asked, and she seemed much disturbed
when Hale shook his head.
"Well, I'LL git--GET--you one--some day."
"All right," laughed Hale.
There was again something strange in her manner as she turned
suddenly from him, and what it meant he was soon to learn. It was
the last week of school and Hale had just come down from the woods
behind the school-house at "little recess-time" in the afternoon.
The children were playing games outside the gate, and Bob and Miss
Anne and the little Professor were leaning on the fence watching
them. The little man raised his hand to halt Hale on the plank
sidewalk.
"I've been wanting to see you," he said in his dreamy, abstracted
way. "You prophesied, you know, that I should be proud of your
little protege some day, and I am indeed. She is the most
remarkable pupil I've yet seen here, and I have about come to the
conclusion that there is no quicker native intelligence in our
country than you shall find in the children of these mountaineers
and--"
Miss Anne was gazing at the children with an expression that
turned Hale's eyes that way, and the Professor checked his
harangue.


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