Node's

First, Lin was seen with her apron around her head going toward Node's house.

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Node's allus got some notion or other in his head.

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The propelling power of Node's flying machine lay in the arms and legs of the one who soared in it.

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Alfred had even stolen the big fly brush, made of peacock feathers, to birdify Node's flying machine.

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I jes kum from Beckley's; Node's not hurt much, jes jarred.

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The wings worked perfectly; that is, so long as Node's arms kept in motion.

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Node's been up and gone for two hours; I'm waitin 'fur him to kum so we kin eat breakfus an' clean up.

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When placed on Node's head, with his beaked nose and tuft of chin beard, he appeared very much as one would picture Uncle Joe Cannon robed in Maude Adams '"Chanticler" costume.

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Alfred adjusted the head dress against Node's violent protest.

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Buried under the hay he kept peering through a convenient crack which gave him a view of the territory between his home and Node's residence.

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