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Norah Bliggins carried in a little basket several carrots of various sizes and complexions, all carefully scrubbed as became respectable members of the vegetable family, and shining as sweet and clean as the face of the child. These must have put to shame their forked brother, for that perturbed carrot rolled heavily to a corner and hid his grimy visage. “When I do my dishes, Mar, can I work in the garding, too?” inquired Betty. With a supreme effort he straightened his arms just as the board reached the level of the sill, pushed it forward with all his might; and—it caught! Caught by an inch or less!.
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He winced with pain, reeled, and would have fallen but for the other’s sustaining hand. “Naw,” answered the boy, “What’d Mar say? she’d put a tin ear on me.” Mrs. Wopp was an incurable optimist, although the citadel of her optimism was being assailed. Turning her wrathful gaze from Moses, her eye lighted on the soiled pink hat and antimacassar still worn by Job. She burst into a hearty laugh and turned to Betty. “Well, he ain’t dead; he’s alive and bully, with a wad that bulges. I’m going to take you to him.”.
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