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"WHAT is that queer object yonder, Evelyn? Your eyes are younger than mine," and Squire Hazelwood pointed in the distance where the sun had just lighted up a glade in the park, revealing little gleams of beauty before unseen.
"I cannot tell yet, father, we must get nearer; it is too small for a cow, perhaps it's a calf; let me canter Fairy over the turf and see what it is."