Chapter 18
THE MISSING DEED BOOK
"Uncle Spot, don't you think we ought to tell Grandfather what that terrible old woman said?" Rebecca asked as she drove home with her uncle.
"I think we should, although I am sure there is nothing in it. She was so drunk she didn't know what she was talking about."
"That's just it—she let it out. Couldn't you see that Mr. Bolling tried to stop her and Old Abe? Isn't she the most horrible old person you ever saw? I can't get over my giving her a lock of my hair. You see, Uncle Spot, when Aunt Myra and Aunt Evelyn cut off my hair I felt terrible bad because there wasn't a soul who wanted a lock of it. I am all the time reading about how people treasure the hair of those they love—how mothers treasure the locks of hair cut from the heads of their angel children—and it made me lonesome to think that I had all that great wad of long hair and nobody on earth cared what became of it. The first time I went to the Bollings' after my hair was shingled, old
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