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‚ÄĚ A laugh went through the crowd. The sale had been a dull affair, and they were ready for some fun. LAUGH WENT THROUGH THE CROWD THE SALE HAD BEEN A DULL AFFAIR AND THEY WERE READY FOR SOME FUN
 know what‚Äôs to become of that poor young one!‚ÄĚ ‚ÄúAin‚Äôt there any of the father‚Äôs or mother‚Äôs folks to take him?‚ÄĚ asked Pa. ‚ÄúNo. Horace had no relatives that anybody ever heard of. Mrs. Horace had a brother; but he went to Manitoba years ago, and nobody knows where he is now. Somebody‚Äôll have to take the baby and nobody seems anxious to. I‚Äôve got eight myself, or I‚Äôd think about it. He‚Äôs a fine little chap.‚ÄĚ Pa, with Ma‚Äôs parting admonition ringing in his ears, did not bid on anything, although it will never be known how great was the heroic self-restraint he put on himself, until just at the last, when he did bid on a collection of flower-pots, thinking he might indulge himself to that small extent. But Josiah Sloane had been commissioned by his wife to bring those flower-pots home to her; so Pa lost them. ‚ÄúThere, that‚Äôs all,‚ÄĚ said the auctioneer, wiping his face, for the day was very warm for October. ‚ÄúThere‚Äôs nothing more unless we sell the baby.  MARTHY BLAIR WAS THE GARLAND BABY SAID ROBERT LAWSON PAPA I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHAT'S TO BECOME OF THIS POOR YOUNG ONE AIN'T THERE ANY OF THE FATHER OR MOTHER FOLKS TO TAKE EM ASKED PA NO HORSEHEAD NO RELATIVES THAT ANYBODY EVER HEARD OF MISSUS HORACE HAD A BROTHER BUT HE WENT TO MANITOBART YEARS AGO AND NOBODY KNOWS WHERE HE IS NOW SUPPOSE I'LL HAVE TO TAKE THE BABY AND NOBODY SEEMS ANXIOUS TO I'VE GOT EIGHT MYSELF OR I'D THINK ABOUT IT HE'S A FINE LITTLE CHAP PA WITH MUCH PARTING ADMONITION RING IN HIS EARS DID NOT BID OR KIT ANYTHING ALTHOUGH IT WILL NEVER BE KNOWN HOW GREAT WAS THE HERO SELF RESTRAINT HE PUT ON HIMSELF UNTIL JUST AT THE LAST WHEN HE DID PUT ON A COLLECTION OF FLYERPOTS THINKING THAT HE MIGHT INDULGE HIMSELF TO THAT SMALL EXTENT BUT JOSIAH SLOANE HAD BEEN COMMISSIONED BY HIS WIFE TO BRING THOSE FLOWER POTS HOME TO HER SO POD LOST THEM THERE THAT'S ALL SAID THE AUCTIONEER WIPING HIS FACE FOR THE DAY WAS VERY WARM FOR OCTOBER THERE IS NOTHING ELSE UNLESS WE SELL THE BABY
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