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My two boys went to college and I know what I 

 missed." 



Frank went down the road to his uncle's home in 

 deep study. He told his father and uncle everything 

 Mr. Whitney had said. When he retired to his bed 

 that night he repeated to himself, "And I thought 

 that he was an ignorant man." 



When Frank woke up the next morning he knew 

 that he had been dreaming about candle-flies. He 

 dreamt that he had been in the field across the road 

 from Mr. Ed Cherry's house pulling up corn-stubble, 

 and that in the bottom of nearly every root he had 

 found a worm. "That was a funny dream/' he said. 



After breakfast he told his father that he was 

 willing to give everything Santa would bring him 

 if he could go into the stubble-field he dreamt about, 

 and examine the roots. "I don't see any stubble- 

 fields around here," he said. 



Uncle Fred down by the shed had heard Frank, 

 and called, "No, Frank, you won't see any near 

 here because Mr. Whitney has folks trained around 

 here not to allow stubble on the fields during the 

 winter, but Sam Hoyt down by the river takes no 

 notice of it, and if you go to his place he will show 

 you all the stubble you want to see. Sam is a nice 

 fellow, but he does not believe what Mr. Whitney 

 says about the stubble causing windfalls. If you 

 find any of those worms on his place, I wish you 



