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"Jock Scrabble--no, but _say!_ By golly, there was a fellow up in
the Big Woods that came from St. Cl--St. Cloud? Yes, that was
it. He was telling us about the town. I remember he said your
brother had great chances there."
The Englishman meditatively accepted a bad cigar from Mr. Wrenn.
Suddenly: "You chaps can sleep in the stable-loft if you'd
like. But you must blooming well stop smoking."
So in the dark odorous hay-mow Mr. Wrenn stretched out his legs
with an affectionate "good night" to Morton. He slept nine
hours. When he awoke, at the sound of a chain clanking in the
stable below, Morton was gone. This note was pinned to his
sleeve:

DEAR OLD MAN,--I still feel sure that you will not enjoy the
hiking. Bumming is not much fun for most people, I don't think,
even if they say it is. I do not want to live on you. I always
did hate to graft on people. So I am going to beat it off
alone. But I hope I will see you in N Y & we will enjoy many a
good laugh together over our trip. If you will phone the P.


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