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The next morning Frank harnessed Nell for Uncle Robert and Susie to drive into the village to see the tinsmith.
It was a delightful ride through the woods and the fields washed clean by the rain. The birds were singing gayly. The air was fresh and clear. Long shadows lay along the road.
The tinsmith was sitting by his open door, tilted back i