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Chapter I

           

           Hewentonhomequitepleasedwithhimselfathissolution.

           "Mother!"heexclaimed,asheenteredthehouse,"hefinallygothim!"

           "Gotwho?Whatgotwhat?"sheinquiredinamazement."Gowashyourhands."

           "Why,thatlobstergotthatsquidIwastellingyouandpaabouttheotherday."

           "Well,that’stoobad.Whatmakesyoutakeanyinterestinsuchthings?Run,washyourhands."

           "Well,youdon’toftenseeanythinglikethat.Ineverdid."Hewentoutinthebackyard,wheretherewasahydrantandapostwithalittletableonit,andonthatashiningtin-panandabucketofwater.Herehewashedhisfaceandhands.

           "Say,papa,"hesaidtohisfather,later,"youknowthatsquid?"

           "Yes."

           "Well,he’sdead.Thelobstergothim."

           Hisfathercontinuedreading."Well,that’stoobad,"hesaid,indifferently.

           ButfordaysandweeksFrankthoughtofthisandofthelifehewastossedinto,forhewasalreadyponderingonwhatheshouldbeinthisworld,andhowheshouldgetalong.Fromseeinghisfathercountmoney,hewassurethathewouldlikebanking;andThirdStreet,wherehisfather’sofficewas,seemedtohimthecleanest,mostfascinatingstreetintheworld.

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