Balancing her voice on a very high note she popped her head through the dining-room door to speak to her husband. He was seated at the table reading “The Family Herald.” His straggling grey locks were disordered with his mental effort and formed a frieze of irregular design on his shining forehead. Mrs. Wopp’s voice, in a moment, was safe on terra firma.
blackjack lighting rep, “And I’m always going to be your little girl, too,” the child pleaded; “so Billy must be my papa’s little boy.”
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