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“I’m chored from mornin’ till night, an’ arfter I go to sleep I do some more chorin’ jist to keep my hand in.” Moses was in a distinctly peevish mood. A period of silence followed excepting for the slight sounds made by the workers, the drowsy humming of flies, the murmur of an occasional bee and the faint rustlings of the tall stalks of corn. “Never mind Mosey, yer heart don’t need fixin’ anyhow,” comforted Betty..
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“Shan’t we defer the ceremonies till we can get Charley’s little sister and Jackson’s two weeks’ old brother?” Jimmy asked, disagreeably. The best of all was a letter from Jimmy, scrawled with his left hand. “Giving music lessons isn’t work. I’d love to do that.” At this moment a wild whoop was heard, and through the open door Moses could be seen dashing out of the corral gate on his cow-pony..
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