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But Mr. Holcombe was wrong , not about kicking Peter , -- although I do n't believe Mr. Ladley ever did that again , -- but in thinking we had him . I washed that next morning , Monday , but all the time I was rubbing and starching and hanging out , my mind was with Jennie Brice . The sight of Molly Maguire , next door , at the window , rubbing and brushing at the fur coat , only made things worse . At noon when the Maguire youngsters came home from school , I bribed Tommy , the youngest , into the kitchen , with the promise of a doughnut . `` I see your mother has a new fur coat , '' I said , with the plate of doughnuts just beyond his reach . `` Yes 'm . '' `` She did n't buy it ? ''