“My conscience! How lovely and stylish you look!” The child, accustomed to elegant dress, praised with discriminating eyes.,
Clarence, however, when questioned, declared, “I haven’t seen the little shaver since dinner.”,
“Miss Gordon done it, I know,” whispered Betty, clasping and unclasping her hands, “she’s not a school-teacher at orl, she’s jist a fairy growed up, an’ Mar’s a fairy godmother!”.
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