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A spasm of pain balked him; his bronzed face wrinkled as the rheumatic twinge gripped him; but his hawklike eyes gleamed. "My! my!" he grunted. "This pain is something fierce." Frances fluttered to his side. "Do take an easier chair, Daddy," she begged. "It will be so much more comfortable." "Hold on! this does very well. Your old dad's never been used to cushions and do-funnies. But see here!
"'Do-funnies' daddy calls them," said Frances, smiling. "Ah! here he is." The old ranchman came in, the holstered pistol still slung at his hip. "All secure for the night, Daddy?" she asked, looking at him tenderly. "Locked, barred, and bolted," returned her father. "I tell you, Pratt, we're something of a fort here when we go to bed.
He sat and looked at us the whole time like a turkey blind in one eye never said a word the whole time but 'pass the p-taties. I liked him though. He's a kind of sculptor, too makes patterns for all these little acorns and leaves and do-funnies on stoves. They've got forty-'leven children and need help and I'm perfectly willing Mart should help 'em. We're looking up houses now.
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