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“No, it isn’t, sister! I’ve thought of a way out. Keep the kids straight here—I’ll be back in a minute.” “Here, you poor darling, take mine! And don’t be afraid—you’ll find your mother before long.” Edith’s words were brave, but her own eyes were moist. “Tell us how you found him, Moses,” requested Nell Gordon, who was always interested in tales of knighthood..
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Edith worked very hard. She called her operetta “The Triumph of Flora.” The words were her own, written hurriedly and set to familiar though classic airs. Yet many of the daintiest, most tripping melodies she wrote herself. The sorrows of humanity had winged her brain and dipped her pen in harmonies, that she might assuage them. The kettle which had been boiling itself hoarse for the last hour, was now called into requisition. “Is theh faywies wound heah, Betty? Can they see us?” inquired the little boy in awe-struck tones. “If you wish to do so.”.
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