“You and Edith are fairies,” he said when his mother came again to the room, “to rustle such pretty togs for the new sister in a night.” His mother was piling his plate again with griddle cakes.,
“She’d like fust-rate to come, but Glory be! She’d want ter fetch her pet turkey and Jethro.”,
“Rather like a dear little girl, that so will find her mother,” Mrs. Bennett reassured..
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