Every back bent a little lower. Every face flushed a little rosier under its coat of grime. Praise from Billy was all they asked.,
“O, Mosey, these leaves is lovely, an’ jist look here roun’ the edge, looks like the fairies has left footprints!”,
“O Billy!” Jean gasped, fear for the little, delicate girl in that eery place lending sympathy to her voice..
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