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The next day, at lunch, she asked her father what it meant, though she did not mention Dan; and she brought out a crackling chuckle from that old bit of hickory, now brittle and almost sapless, but still serviceable.
"Means a bank wants its money back; that's all," he said. "There's plenty of reasons why a bank wants money -- same as anybody else."