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Olive stood impatiently at the door of the little tollhouse. In one hand she held three copper cents, because she felt almost sure that the person approaching would give her a dime or two five-cent pieces.
"I never knew horses to travel so slowly as they do on this pike! " she said to herself. "How they used to gallop on those beautiful roads in France!"