She took the child in her comforting arms. “Don’t cry, little one! We shall find her, never fear.”,
“Oh, he is a wonderful piannerist,” explained Betty. “He played, Oh, jist lovely, jist like birds singin’ an’ rivers runnin’ an’ the sun shinin’. But arfter he played he looked so fierce I was skeered of him. Miss Gordon didn’t like him either, arfter she got knowin’ him better.”,
“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled..
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