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jack’s gratitude. 
ner. “ I don’t know how I shall ever pay 
you.” 
u ¥e don’t nvant to be paid,” said Sidney, 
smiling. “We don’t do such things for 
pay.” 
“But when a fellow does you a good 
turn you like to do him a good turn back 
again, don’t you?” argued Jack. “ It don’t 
make you feel any less obliged to him, but 
it kind of takes a load off: don’t it?’ 
“To-be-sure,” agreed Sidney: “anybody 
does. But what are you carving those 
pretty little crosses for? They would be 
nice for silk-winders.” 
“That’s just what I intended them for. 
I thought perhaps your aunt would like 
them to put in her work-basket. They 
a’n’t much, to-be-sure; but-” 
“I am certain she will be very much 
pleased,” said Richard. “ She was wishing 
for some yesterday, and I meant to make 
them for her; but you are much handier 
with the knife than I am.” 
The winders were indeed very pretty, 
being made some of them of cedar and 
others of black walnut, carefully polished 
