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water over it and let it "draw" well. Dad said it had a capital flavour—he liked it.
Dave's only pair of pants were pretty well worn off him; Joe had n't a decent coat for Sunday; Dad himself wore a pair of boots with soles tied on with wire; and Mother fell sick. Dad did all he could—waited on her, and talked hopefully of the fortune which would come to us some day; but once, when talking to Dave, he broke down, and said he did n't, in the name of the Almighty God, know what he would do! Dave could n't say anything—he moped about, too, and home somehow did n't seem like home at all.
When Dan Came Home.
