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Show "VVhat'r they doiu' in there?" asked Mr, Moran, the carpenter, as ho passed. a Boston church with bis box of tools on his shoulder. Ho was about half full. "Selling pewB," said the sexton. "Just what I want, stud Mr. Moran, the carpenter, and walked in. He bid ten dollars on a rear pew and won it. He paid his money, and then took ofl his coat and went to work. Ho had the aide of the pew ripped out before- the people noticed what he was at. Then a hand as big as a clam-rake was laid on his shoulder, and a voice wanted to know what he was doing. "Going to havo a lawn party," Bind he, "an' want to put this under the huckle-borry huckle-borry tree." "But you can't take it out of here," said Deacon Doolittle. "Yes I kin. It'll go out o' that middle mid-dle floor soon's I rip the back out. We kiu swing it round endways and jerk it out through tho portcullis." Then the back was ripped out of his coat, he wns swung round endways, and he was jerked out through the portcullis, and he didn't have change enough wherewith to purchase a bean sandwich after he had paid for the damage to that pew. |