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Mrs. Bennett was setting the table. She put down a pile of plates, and a new anxiety came into her careworn face. “A child? I told Mr. Patton I couldn’t take one.” “Elmo saw some gween and white faywies,” he fabricated, “and wanted Mudgie to see them too.” Next followed a buckboard gaily painted red. Mrs. Mifsud and her daughter Maria aged fourteen who had taken a “quarter” of music lessons and was now the organist of the church, were occupants. Between them was wedged the pet of the family St. Elmo Mifsud a child of four. St. Elmo wore long chestnut curls and an angelic expression. Clarence Egerton Crump, Mrs. Mifsud’s nephew who was visiting his aunt and cousins, accompanied the family on his wheel..
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Mrs. Wopp was overcome with laughter at the bare memory of the picture her irate husband had presented. Al Newman took him by the arm, “We’ll have to leave for the show in eight minutes old boy, just a little funeral of your own now.” Jean hid a queer little smile that she could not repress. “O Billy!” Jean gasped, fear for the little, delicate girl in that eery place lending sympathy to her voice..
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