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Thomas sat on the fence thinking. He was thinking about how he was going to beat up John Mc'ore. John Mc'ore was a stout boy of fifteen. Tommy was only 10. All the smaller boys were afraid of John.

Before Tommy could make up his mind, the window opened, and the colored cook put her head out:

"Mister Tom! You ust com in this very minute! Dinnah is waitin for yu!"

"Can't you wait a minute?" asked Thomas. I'll be in in a second."

He slowly threw his other leg over the fence, and jumped to the ground. There he slowly made for the door. It was quickly opened, and Tommy