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Max furnished the milk. “I haf gif mine cow much sugar to make dot milk sweet for Pilly to-day,” he explained happily to Mrs. Bennett. “He was a real little cat Moses, wasn’t he? And you—you must be Pharaoh’s son instead of daughter.” The child laughed and clapped her hands. “But, Mose, you shorely didn’t fergit a sorft answer turneth away wrarth?”.
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“I’ve not been to seek a wife, Mrs. Wopp’s eagle eye, again rested on the lowering face of her offspring. Moses returned to work with jelly and soot mingling in a purple streak on cheek and chin. “I must of looked like that Lize or the picter couldn’t of been took.” Ruefully he rubbed his bald crown..
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