And now she's sort of singin' to herself--half whisperin', soft and deep--I hate a thin-voiced woman, or a bad-tempered one, same as you do--she's just singin' about as loud as you can hear easy down as far as the front gate.

And--why, she's a singin' that same tune there, of 'Annie Laurie'!.

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And in your heart you know it's true, every word of it, all the time, and at any station!" said Dan Anderson.
"At any station!" said Curly.
"At any station!" said McKinney, "At any station!" said Learned Counsel.
There were no hats on at that moment.