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If Willie's little brother hadn't had a pain in his tummy this story might have gone by other and devious ways to a different conclusion. But fortunately he did have, so it happened that at precisely 8.47 o'clock of a warm evening Willie was racing madly along a side street of Watertown, drug-store-bound, when he came face to face with a Girl -- a pretty Girl -- a very pretty Girl. She was carrying a bag that clanked a little at each step.
"Oh, little boy! " she called.