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“Don’t stan’ starin’ there like Betty’s chiner doll, go git another of my pies.” “I guess ours’ll be a grown-up chap; but I wish he’d be a boy my size. How do you guess poor old San Francisco looks to-day?” She smiled faintly. “Then my feelings must be bloodthirsty, Billy. How dreadful!”.
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“He went up to Tom—he was still crouching against the house—” “Oh, no,” he sighed; “I suppose duty is the first business; but duty is such a narrow, knock-you-down little word.” His voice was tense and hard. “The fairies might git cross,” countered Betty. All went well with the preparation; and on a glorious spring night in the full moon, the town and countryside jammed the Opera House “to its eyebrows,” Billy said, looking through the peephole in the curtain to the high window seats crowded with boys..
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