“An’ where did you hear it, my dear?” she queried, cautiously feeling her way.,
“Oh, Billy, Billy! My beautiful opera is ruined!” Edith wailed, as she heard the jeers of the small boys in the audience.,
“Yes; but I’m afraid my papa’s dead, he’s been gone so long.” How she hated that word “kid.”.
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