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Dim religious lights from stained glass windows shone through the church and falling on the boy chilled him to the marrow. CHAPTER XII.—THE AUTOGRAPH QUILT. “Then I’ll be a—a preacher if I ought to. But gee! it’s rocky!”.
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Billy thought he detected a touch of resigned disappointment in her words, and looked up with a sudden wonder widening his eyes, making them shine even in the dim light of the shaded lamp. “Do you want me to preach, mamma?” “Just in time, I reckon,” the Sheriff said[219] facetiously; “pull up that chest and come along to our party.” “Won’t you sing something else, Mrs. Wopp.” Nell was growing uncomfortable under Betty’s reference to the unburnished state of her cloud. Mrs. Wopp was too busy to eat breakfast in the orthodox fashion. She could be heard in the kitchen preparing for the trying ordeal of wash-day. Out in the yard the head of the house was busy feeding the fowl..
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