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Mrs. Mifsud, in the lead of the rescuing party, ran through the garden gate in time to see St. Elmo fall headlong, his feet having become entangled in the long rank grass near the fence. Why, it was going to be fine to work! Why had she not known it before? “I guess so. What else?”.
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“I like ‘Ladybird,’ but not ‘bully,’” the little girl returned shyly. “Don’t go off Mr. Potter’s land, will you, May Nell? The fenced part, I mean. Eat some lunch soon; Billy may be gone an hour longer. Good-bye. Don’t get too tired. I’ll send Clarence if I can find him.” “The strife is o’er, the battle done,” recommended Mrs. Wopp without hesitation. As Maria could not be persuaded to approach the organ the singing was lustily led by Mrs. Wopp and under her able leadership maintained the most vigorous proportions. “So long as it isn’t you, Ladybird, it’s all right,” Billy consoled; “we can make more boats.”.
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