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“Golly! They’re working all night. I—ought to—help—to-morrow. I—” He slept again with his good resolution half made. “When I do my dishes, Mar, can I work in the garding, too?” inquired Betty. “And Bouncer’s here,” May Nell added, hugging the dog affectionately..
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