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THE next morning when Phil waked, he heard what seemed to be a lively discussion going on down in the kitchen, which was also the parlor and dining-room.
"Shure, the child's got learning enough for the likes of him already! " he heard his mother say. "Wasn't yourself saying yesterday he could read like a priest?"