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           "You’reagood,understandingyoungman,andwillmakeabrilliantandsensitivereporter,"saidGrandfather,helpinghim."ThisIpredict!"

           Themorningpassed,nooncameon,Grandparetiredafterlunch,readalittleWhittier,andsleptwellonthroughtheday.Whenheawokeatthreethesunwasstreamingthroughthewindows,brightandfresh.Helayinbedandwasstartledtoheartheold,thefamiliar,thememorablesound.

           "Why,"hesaid,"someone’susingthelawnmower!Butthelawnwasjustcutthismorning!"

           Helistenedagain.Andyes,thereitwas,theendlessdroningchatterupanddown,upanddown.

           Heleanedoutthewindowandgaped."Why,it’sBill.BillForrester,youthere!Hasthesungotyou?You’recuttingthelawnagain!"

           Billlookedup,smiledawhitesmile,andwaved."Iknow!IthinkImissedafewspots!"

           AndwhileGrandpalayinbedforthenextfiveminutes,smilingandatease,BillForrestercutthelawnnorth,thenwest,thensouth,andfinally,inagreatgreensprayingfountain,towardtheeast.

           OnSundaymorningLeoAuffmannmovedslowlythroughhisgarage,expectingsomewood,acurlofwire,ahammerorwrenchtoleapupcrying,"Starthere!"Butnothingleaped,nothingcriedforabeginning.

           ShouldaHappinessMachine,hewondered,besomethingyoucancarryinyourpocket?