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1921 novel. ""Brother, " said Mother Morrison, "you haven't touched your glass of milk. Hurry now, and drink it before we leave the table. "Brother's big brown eyes turned from his knife, which he had been playing was a bridge from the salt cellar to the egg cup, toward the tumbler of milk standing beside his plate. "I don't have to drink milk this morning, Mother, " he assured her confidently. "Honestly I don't. It's raining so hard that we can't go outdoors and grow, anyway. " Louise, his older sister, said sharply. "Don't be silly! " but Ralph, who was in a hurry to catch his train, stopped long enough to give a word of advice."

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