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Uncle, you are not looking well to-night. "I'm not well, Florence. I sometimes doubt if I shall ever be any better." "Surely, uncle, you cannot mean -" "Yes, my... |
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"A telegram for you, Andy!" said Arthur Bacon, as he entered the room of Andy Grant in Penhurst Academy. "A telegram!" repeated Andy, in vague alarm, for the word suggested... |
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Horatio Alger, Jr., an author who lived among and for boys and himself remained a boy in heart and association till death, was born at Revere, Mass., January 18, 1884. He was the son... |
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From the book:
The main schoolroom in the Millville Academy was brilliantly lighted, and the various desks were occupied by boys and girls of different ages from ten to eighteen, all busily writing... |
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Well, good by, Rodney! I leave school tomorrow. I am going to learn a trade. "I am sorry to part with you, David. Couldn't you stay another term?" "No: my uncle says I must... |
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If we could only keep the post office, mother, we should be all right, said Herbert Carr, as he and his mother sat together in the little sitting room of the plain cottage which... |
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