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“Mebbe you’re right, Moses; mebbe the seed was no good,” sighed Mrs. Wopp. “Anyhow, it’s too late now to put in any more. We carnt know ef the heart o’ a seed is good no more nor we kin know the heart o’ our next-door neighbor. The seed may ’pear to be good enough from the outside, yet arter all be mighty lackin’.” “I’d love to, Billy,” Mrs. Lancaster whispered; “I’ve never liked being grown up.” “He ran up and touched noses with Tom like a Feegee Islander,—are they the people that touch noses for ‘How do you do?’” And so the story went on. All the wholesome things of the country that children like had come from one and another. And each had been as happy in giving as Billy could possibly be in receiving..