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“Billy Boy, it’s fine! It’s splendid! But it’s so big I’m afraid Buzz will be scared.” “Shan’t we defer the ceremonies till we can get Charley’s little sister and Jackson’s two weeks’ old brother?” Jimmy asked, disagreeably. “My racer has only one eye anyways,” said Betty defiantly as she twined a piece of nasturtium vine round the noble brow of the victor..
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