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David's harp of solemn sound.
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were trying to get in. The boy had an eye for whatever life and stir there was in a New England Sunday. He liked to drive home fast. The old house and the farm looked pleasant to him. There was an extra dinner when they reached home, and a cheerful consciousness of duty performed made it a pleasant dinner. Long before sundown the Sunday-school book had been read, and the boy sat waiting in the house with great impatience the signal that the
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was over. A boy may not be very wicked, and yet not see the need of
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and a rhythm in the swing of the scythes in concert. The boy has not much time to attend to it, for it is lively business