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It was May Nell who first broke the silence. She had been thinking. “It isn’t so very bad to have to work, is it? Your mama looks happier than my mama does. She said she’d rather wear calico and work ever so hard, and have papa at home, than be the richest, richest without him. She cries a lot—my mama does. And now—she’s crying—for me.” The last word was a sob. “The tank must have run over, Billy. You forgot to shut it off.” “Please, Mith Wopp, the latht windthorm upthet our hen-houth.”.
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CHAPTER X.—THE CIRCUS. Job, his ardor undampened by the strangeness of this reception, made haste to follow. “There Nancy,” she whispered, “is a sunbeam for breakfast dipped in milk.” Edith worked very hard. She called her operetta “The Triumph of Flora.” The words were her own, written hurriedly and set to familiar though classic airs. Yet many of the daintiest, most tripping melodies she wrote herself. The sorrows of humanity had winged her brain and dipped her pen in harmonies, that she might assuage them..
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