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"Give me a flounder, Johnny? " said a little girl of eleven, dressed in / coarse and ragged garments, as she stooped down and looked into the / basket of the dirty young fisherman, who sat with his legs hanging over / the edge of the pier.
"I'll bet I won't," replied Johnny, gruffly, as he drew the basket out / of the reach of the supplicant. "You needn't come round here tryin' to / hook my fish."