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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]: front lawn, a reminder of the farm that "used to be," and the sight of the
trees brought a troubled look into Tattine's face. "Patrick," she said
ruefully, "do you know that some of the nests in these trees have been robbed
of their eggs? Four or five of them are empty now. Have you an idea who could
do such a thing?"
"Yes, I have an idea," and Patrick rested his hands upon the handle of his
rake and looked significantly towards the barn; "somebody who lives in the
barn, I'm thinkin'."
"Why, Joseph would not do it, nor Philip the groom, and little Joey is too
small to climb these trees."
"It's something smaller than Joey, miss. Whisht now, and see if she's not up
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