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_Honk_, _honk_, _honk! _ Out of the silence of the November night, down through the depths of the darkened sky, rang the thrilling call of the passing geese.
_Honk_, _honk_, _honk! _ I was out of bed in an instant; but before I had touched the floor, there was a patter of feet in the boys' room, the creak of windows going up, and -- silence.