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She glanced down the road, and swiftly around. Not a soul in sight. Obedience was inevitable. “All over the house does she put them?” the child asked after she had snipped a fragrant heap. “Not yet, but they must all go to-night.”.
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“Moses, put the hosses in the stable an’ fuller me. We’ll soon find him, Mis’ Mifsud,” said Mr. Wopp, his kindliness asserting itself in this crisis. “Come on, Clarence, an’ Mis’ Mifsud you send the other men along ’s soon ’s they git here. Jist you rest easy, we’ll soon be back with yer boy.” The band struck up and, intoxicated with the rhythm of the music, Moses skated as he had never done before. At first an object of amusement to the city boys he became the centre of an admiring throng. His spirals and figure eight’s were such as to call forth envious remarks. Even Clarence Egerton Crump thawed and admitted to several school mates that Moses Wopp was a pretty solid pal, only a bit gawky in his get-up. “Murder! Murder!” he shouted with all his strength; and his boy’s voice reached far up and down the lonely distances. Suddenly, all heads were raised and a sigh of satisfaction escaped Mrs. Wopp’s lips..
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