| "Mr. Carl McGregor," announced he in a stentorian tone | Frontispiece |
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| "The cotton is sent to factories to be ginned" | [ 129] |
| "But that isn't our basket, Mother," Carl said. "This is much bigger" | [ 155] |
| "I've hunted for you and your red car ever since" | [ 253] |
CARL AND THE COTTON GIN
CHAPTER I
THE McGREGORS
"Carl!"
"Coming, Ma!"
Mrs. McGregor waited a moment.
"But you aren't coming," protested she fretfully. "You never seem to come when you're wanted. Drat the child! Where is he? Carl!"