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It seemed to me only five minutes before I heard someone whistling, "Early one morning and while the dew was shining," and there was my young master brushed and dressed and biting deep into a huge slice of bread and butter with yellow sugar on it, a dainty that the children often got from Bingi.
"Come on, Pony Boy, my dearest joy," he said, giving me a generous piece of his bread. "The quest is on."