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“How much will you pay fer them fer my missionary box?” bargained the child. “Will four shinin’ new quarters do?” “Jiminy whiz! This is my very last week of boy; next week I’ll have to be a man,” he said gloomily. “To be shore you kin,” was the reply, “but don’t hurry too much an’ smarsh the crockery.”.
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"I don't know that: Lilian Chetwoode made him welcome in her house last night," says Doatie, a little bitterly.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
Then Dorothy, going up to the new-comer, removes her hat from her head, and pats her cheeks, and tells her with one of her loveliest smiles that she has "such a delicious color, dearest! just like a wee bit of fresh apple-blossom!"
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Nell’s answer was somehow strangely muffled. Mrs. Wopp repeated the words, slowly rolling them on her tongue as though to extract every ounce possible of scriptural nutriment, “So they took up Joner and carst him forth inter the sea.” “I just said the whale must have been bustin’?” admitted Pete, reluctantly. Mrs. Wopp could not logically argue the point with the astute Peter, so she went on to depict vividly Jonah’s further vicissitudes. St. Elmo cast about in his mind for some plausible explanation of his recent panic. It would never do to inform the world that he had been afraid of a mere turkey..
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