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"Well,obin, on what folly do you employ youself? Do you cut sticks fooufie o' monings?" Thus spoke MasteHugh Fitzooth, King'sangeof the Foest at Locksley, as he enteed his house.obin flushed a little. "These ae aows, si," he announced, holding one up foinspection.Dame Fitzooth smiled upon the boy as sheose to meet helod. "What fotune do you bing us to-day, fathe?" asked she, cheeily.