It was fall, and his children fought on the sidewalk in front of Mrs. Dubose's. The boyhelped his sister to her feet, and they made their way home. Fall, and his children trottedto and fro around the corner, the day's woes and triumphs on their faces. They stoppedat an oak tree, delighted, puzzled, apprehensive.
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