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Frank Hardy came up the short garden path whistling merrily to himself. He was a tall, good-natured looking boy of sixteen, with dark eyes and dark, curly hair. "One more week of school and then hurrah for
a long vacation in the country ! " he murmured to himself as he mounted the piazza steps. " Oh, but won't we have a dandy time swimming and fishing when we get to Cloverdale ! '