“Aw, Wil-fred!” The boy at the end of the schoolroom table, red-haired, snub-nosed and defiant, mimicked the protesting tone. “I've done it once, and I'm blessed if I do it again.” “No one would dream that it was ever meant for Africa.” The young teacher glanced at the scrawled and blotted map before her. “It--it doesn't look like anything earthly. You must do it again, Wilfred.”…
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