said the Bee Boy , where he sat in the silver square of the great September moon that was staring into the oast-house door . ` They was the exact words she told me when we first found he was n't like others . But it beats me how you known 'em , ' said Hobden . ` Aha ! There 's more under my hat besides hair ? ' Tom laughed and stretched himself . ` When I 've seen these two young folk home , we 'll make a night of old days , Ralph , with passin ' old tales -- eh ? An ' where might you live ? ' he said , gravely , to Dan . ` An ' do you think your Pa ` ud give me a drink for takin ' you there , Missy ? ' They giggled so at this that they had to run out . Tom picked them both up , set one on each broad shoulder , and tramped across the ferny pasture where the cows puffed milky puffs at them in the moonlight . ` Oh , Puck ! Puck ! I guessed you right from when you talked about the salt . How could you ever do it ? ' Una cried , swinging along delighted . ` Do what ? ' he said , and climbed the stile by the pollard oak . ` Pretend to be Tom Shoesmith , ' said Dan , and they ducked to avoid the two little ashes that grow by the bridge over the brook .
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