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Our growing suspicions proved too \vell founded; the shadow, 

 were not dense enough, and the name was indistinct. The Con- 

 stant Improver looked at it critically, and asked, ''Have n't you 

 some black yarn ?" I thought I was prepared for any demand, 

 but this staggered me a bit, not associating wool and granite gate- 



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posts. However, I managed to gasp, '' E-er, no; I don't believe I 

 have but we can buy some." Full of curiosity and impatient to 

 put the new idea into practice, we harnessed the old gray horse 

 and drove down to the village for the yarn. On our return we 

 jumped out at the gate, and the Constant Improver filled every 

 hole with the black woolly stuff, carrying the line loosely from one 



