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Platt, was inclined to look upon her contemptuously as a poor, delicate,
useless creature, time proved to her that for steady, quiet work no one
could eclipse her daughter-in-law. Young Mrs. John, as she was called,
was now her right hand, and the dairy work of the farm was made over
entirely to her.

'Late again, you young scamp!' was the stern greeting of his grandmother,
as Teddy appeared on the scene.

The boy looked at her with a twinkle in his eye, put his little hand to
his forehead, and gave her a military salute.

'Sorry,' was all he said as he slipped into the chair that was


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