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CHAPTER XII.—THE AUTOGRAPH QUILT. “Soapsuds is Moses’ strong weakness,” commented Mrs. Wopp, laughing till her fat shoulders quaked perilously. “Huh!” grunted Moses, “your ole turkey aint worth an eyestrain.”.
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