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“I’d love to, Billy,” Mrs. Lancaster whispered; “I’ve never liked being grown up.” “But you said you would take me to him. I thought you knew where he is.” “But, Mose, you shorely didn’t fergit a sorft answer turneth away wrarth?”.
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“Billy! Who could steal our little girl? I cannot think it. She’s gone with some of the children to watch the fire.” Mrs. Bennett’s words were braver than her face, for in her heart she felt Billy was right, though she wondered why. “The fleetin’ of youth is most sartin,” answered his wife, coining this epigram on the shortness of life’s spring-time, and sighing as she spoke. The good lady herself was looking through a stereoscope at some views and finding one of Niagara Falls she endeavored to cheer her despondent husband. “O Billy,” his mother laughed, “you need not decide to-night. Besides, it was all Bess’s nonsense. I can’t quite imagine my heedless boy in a pulpit.” “Them’s thum,” was the sophisticated answer..
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