Chapter 7 No.7

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lie, or say "gosh" or "darn." He was plucky and persevering, but he was cold and hard, without a human fiber or a drop of red blood in his make-up. Even as a boy he bragged that he had no enthusiasms, that he believed in common sense, that he called a spade a spade, and would not use two words where one would do. His intelligence was above the average, but he was so anxious to be thought a person of rare sagacity and smartness, un

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ered a hollow place near one side, where he could nearly stand upright. He at once formed one of his schemes-to make a secret, or at least a private, workroom here. He knew that if he were to ask permission he would be refused, but if he and Rad together were to go it mig

abour. When the ten by fourteen-foot hole was made, boards to line and floor 30 it were needed. Lumber was very cheap-inferior, second-hand stuff was to be had for the asking-and Yan found and carried boards enough to make the workroom. Rad was an able carpenter and now took charge of the construction. They worked together evening after ev

. What joy! Yan glowed with pleasure and pride at the triumphant completion of his scheme. He swept up t

. Yan stepped outside. Rad locked the door, put the key in

ve nothing to do with it. It's mine. I got the permis

is chief aim in life was to 31 be stylish. He once startled his mother by inserting into his childish prayers the perfec

was three grades below Yan and at the bottom of his grade. They set out for school each day together, because that was a paternal ruling; but they rarely reached there together. They had nothing in common. Yan was full of warmth, enthusiasm, earnestness and energy, but had a most passionate and ungovernable temper. Little put him in a rage, but it w

were his adjo

Yan was daily f

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