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“But some people like their work, don’t they?” May Nell persisted. She was exploring strange country. “You can send some one after us, a man—not you, not either of you,” he called back over his shoulder, and was soon out of sight. Her questions brought long and wonderful tales of Billy’s younger life; of Edith when she, too, was a little girl. The child helped to set the table, carried in bread, salad plates, and jelly. “It shakes like the fat woman at the circus when she laughed. How do you make jelly?”.
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Behind the two women trotted a chubby baby. “I see Billy boat,” he cried, shrilly, stumbled, fell, scrambled up again, and repeated his refrain. “Jethro,” she whispered in the ear of her playmate, “I hated jist orful to-day, an’ I didn’t hev a cheerful liver. Let’s pray together if the Lord will fergive all of us, me an’ those hateful boys, too.” They looked at her a minute, dropped reluctantly to the floor, and retired. “A perfectly gorgeous occasion,” Bess supplemented..
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