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A hand shot up at this point in the lesson and a thin voice piped, “Please, Mis’ Wopp, I was to the Fair last year.” “Ebenezer Wopp, I’ve tarlked to you till I’m black in the face, but it’s jist wastin’ valyble breath. Yer brains is allers wool-gatherin’. The hammer’s in yer hip-pocket.” Betty, who had understanding, was not turned from the subject of her thoughts..
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“Moses, yer manners is shockin’, did you expect to be sarved the best piece when company’s here?” “Did you forget their breakfast, Billy?” the child questioned earnestly. Had he but dreamed on for an hour or so he would have returned, rested, refreshed, the cheery boy that helped to make the Bennett house a home. But a voice in the road above startled him. Only a word was spoken, a greeting; but it was surly and foreign, Italian. “Take care ole boy, you’ll trip on yer lip in another minute.”.
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