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“But it’s a secret,” she whispered in smothered distress. “Please to go!” “Do you know how ice cream is made, May Nell?” Jimmy asked to break the oppression. The infant class which was to be under the guidance of Mrs. Wopp for the day, consisted of seven small pupils. They were seated on a low bench in one corner of the church. Green denim curtains were hung in such a way that, after the preliminary devotional exercises, the little class could be screened from the adults and older pupils. A blackboard stood on the floor, and upon a table near by were many colored crayons. The infantile mind required such aids to the imagination..
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