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12176	Johnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows)	The Gate of the Giant Scissors			.txt	text/plain	29504	1775	89	Joyce was crying, up in old Monsieur Gréville's tallest pear-tree. Then Joyce could see the little brown house turned all topsy-turvy in "Oh, from Cousin Kate!" exclaimed Joyce, tearing it open as she went "This doesn't seem a bit like Thanksgiving Day, Marie," said Joyce, Jules dug the little trench according to Joyce's directions, and laid "It will not be like this when your uncle comes home," said Joyce, as Sister Denisa led the way into a large, sunny room, and Joyce looked Joyce looked around the room and saw on every hand old age that had Joyce was so quiet on the way home that madame feared the day had been "Jules," said Joyce, suddenly, looking around to see that the older "Joyce," said Cousin Kate, "you have had so little outdoor exercise to the Little Sisters of the Poor, and had come to ask Joyce to drive	./cache/12176.txt	./txt/12176.txt