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“An’ where did you hear it, my dear?” she queried, cautiously feeling her way. Thus adjured, Howard began, while Mrs. Wopp leaned back in her chair rocking vigorously. “And just worships you. Is your lawn mowed?”.
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“Here, let me do that,” Harold commanded; “you go and do the rest of your work. We won’t get to play in all day. The Gang coming?” “Go and bring him now, so you can renovate his appearance before supper,” directed the mother. The frenzied cries of the child were distinctly audible in the kitchen where sat Mrs. Mifsud and Mrs. Wopp, the latter busily engaged in mending a pile of socks. Both ladies sprang to their feet and hurried through the open door towards the garden, Mrs. Wopp still wearing a half-darned sock on her left hand and scattering others as she ran. They were followed by Betty, who had been filling her watering-can from the rain-barrel and had also heard the cries of the frightened child. “Rather like a dear little girl, that so will find her mother,” Mrs. Bennett reassured..
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