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C ELIA looked up from her work. "Did you have good luck?"
"Putty good," said Uncle William, "Six-seven barrel, I should think." He stood in the doorway and cast an eye back at the beach. "I picked out some good ones for dinner," he said regretfully, "I must 'a' left 'em down there in the fish-house, or somewheres."
Celia's look was mi