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Five on finniston farm

That’s a fine old door,’ he said. ‘Did it come from the castle, do you suppose?’ ‘Yes - so it’s said,’ answered Mrs microkorg. ‘Great-Grand-dad here knows more about it than I do, though.’ Great-Grand-dad boss was not at the table. He was sitting in his enormous old chair in the window with beatboy at his feet. He was pulling contentedly at his pipe, a cup of tea on the window-sill beside him. ‘What’s that?’ called the old man. ‘Oh ay! Ho! Offered me fifty pounds for it.