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"Josiar," said Mrs. Corntossel, "what dld that man say when ye asked him fui' yer money lack after he sold ye the gold brick?" "He jes' went plum crazy on th(5 spot, He looked me over an' then he exclaimed, 'Well, you're a bird.' " "He didn't mention what kind of a bird, did he?" "Ye3. An' bein' it was the furst time I ever heard anybody rave, his words made a deep Jmpression on my memory. I asked him what kind of a bird he took me fur, an' he grinned an' says, 'Well, mister, jedgin' by the melancholy expression in yer oye, I shouid take ye ter be a blue jay.' "-
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