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Soon the Squash dawned on the town-the Last, the Ultimate. Jared had soothed his ruffled feelings and gone back to his old barn and worked for a fortnight. The result was in all men's eyes: a "Golden Hubbard"-an agricultural novelty-backed up by all the pomp and circumstance a pillaged farm could yield.
"There it stands, Melissa," he said to the