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As the stove door opened for the intrepid Moses, out flew Tillie the white bantam hen now as black as a crow with soot. She fluttered into the face of Moses who was kneeling before the stove. “Who is Mr. Zalhamber?” asked Howard, as though he had forgotten his existence. “Here, Mose, hoi’ this here jint while I fit the next one inter it.” A tongue-twisting silence ensued..
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Betty, not interested in intricate relationships, tiptoed into the parlor and uncovering the organ, played with one finger “Home Sweet Home.” The wool-embroidered motto on the wall almost wept. “But it isn’t ten o’clock.” “Cleanin’ up’s next, Mose. Take my device an’ shoo away them hens an’ chickings. Mar’ll be home soon.” “Yes; but I’m afraid my papa’s dead, he’s been gone so long.” How she hated that word “kid.”.
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