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“I got an orful cold, goin’ in an’ out so orften,” he complained. “Bully for you, Ladybird. I’ve got a backer you see, sister.” CHAPTER XIII THE HIDDEN HUT.
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“But you haven’t told us what hurries you so,” Jean called, while Billy was already sprinting away. Awakened to the fact of her son’s existence and perhaps as an antidote to her unusual display of sentiment, Mrs. Wopp spoke rather sharply. “Moses, time you an’ Betty was in bed. You won’t want to git up in the mornin’ an’ milk the cows.” Later left alone in the lower part of the house she stood arms akimbo in the middle of the kitchen gazing at the door through which Nell Gordon had just departed. Shaking her head she said mysteriously, “I kalkerlate as how things is a-settin’ in that way.” The eloquent teacher looked to see some immediate tangible effect from this bald statement of the result of Jonah’s disobedience, and during her recital gazed sternly on Pat Bliggins and Pete Stohway as objects the most in need of her oratory. “Oh, chuck the business,” Jean said impatiently. “Can’t it wait till noon? I must go home then.”.
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