Chapter XLIV

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You know they's men 'at _bees_ won't sting?--
They's plaguey _few_,--but Doc
He's one o' _them_.--And same, i jing!
with _childern_;--they jes flock
Round Sifers _natchurl_!--in his lap,
and in his pockets, too,
And in his old fur mitts and cap,
and _heart_ as warm and true!