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~   ~   ~   Sentence 352   ~   ~   ~

Then, when the coals are good, we toast sandwiches and roast 'weenies' and toast marshmallows.

~   ~   ~   Sentence 438   ~   ~   ~

While they were doing this, Linn raked down the hot coals, set in place a light wire rack he had made and spread a couple of dozen weenies out to roast.

~   ~   ~   Sentence 440   ~   ~   ~

And as soon as a weenie begins to sputter and brown, turn it over so it browns on the other side too."

~   ~   ~   Sentence 441   ~   ~   ~

That was a very important job, Mary Jane could easily see, and she determined that every weenie _she_ cooked would be done just to a turn.

~   ~   ~   Sentence 442   ~   ~   ~

She bent over the fire till her back got a crook in it; then she sat down on the hot sand close to the coals and by the time the weenies were done ready to eat she was so dry and hot that she felt sure she had never slipped into the lake--never!

~   ~   ~   Sentence 444   ~   ~   ~

At last the weenies were ready.

~   ~   ~   Sentence 448   ~   ~   ~

And Mary Jane, instructed by Linn just how to do her job, picked up one weenie after another on the long fork and dropped each one in an open roll held out before her.

~   ~   ~   Sentence 449   ~   ~   ~

It was a scary job, for the sand was close below and Mary Jane knew that weenies dropped into the sand wouldn't taste very good.

~   ~   ~   Sentence 451   ~   ~   ~

"Don't be 'fraid of any old sand," he assured her when she put his weenie in his roll so very carefully, "I eat 'em any way--sand or not."

~   ~   ~   Sentence 460   ~   ~   ~

Did anything ever taste as good as those hot weenie sandwiches, eaten there on the edge of Lake Michigan, with the fine lake air blowing in their faces and the sunshine warming them and making them forget the chill of the long winter?

~   ~   ~   Sentence 462   ~   ~   ~

Every weenie (and there had seemed to be far too many) was eaten up; every roll disappeared and cookies and pickles and sandwiches just vanished as though a warm breeze had melted them away.

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