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_ A-choon ! _ '' Not until the second Sunday after the _ Seamew _ had brought Ida May from Boston did Big Wreck Cove folk in general get a `` good slant , '' as they expressed it , at the Balls ' visitor . There was an ancient carryall in the barn , and on the Saturday previous little John-Ed was caught and made to clean this vehicle , rub up the green-molded harness , and give the Queen of Sheba more than `` a lick and a promise '' with the currycomb and brush . At ten o'clock on Sunday morning Sheila herself backed the gray mare out of her stable and harnessed her into the shafts of the carryall . `` For a city gal , you are the handiest creature ! '' sighed Prudence , marveling . The girl only smiled .