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"Oh, Nolla! Isn't this great after old New York?" cried Polly, as they were all jostled in the big ranch-wagon driven by Mr. Brewster, as it rumbled over the trail to Pebbly Pit.
"We-all think it's great, Poll; but wait till you see what your going to New York did to the old Pit! No one to blame for it but yourself," laughed her father.
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