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Yet almost before the prayer was breathed the child with incredible swiftness scudded across the bending board and stood safe by his side! “I’d love to, Billy,” Mrs. Lancaster whispered; “I’ve never liked being grown up.” “I took a stick of kindling from the kitchen and crept out to chase the thief away; but just then Flash trotted around the corner of the house. He’s been on the front lawn all the morning watching for gophers; wouldn’t come when we called him.”.
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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.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
“Well I’m not going to stay an’ play kid games,” Jimmy retorted loftily, and turned away.
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At this mendacious statement Mrs. Wopp turned on her offspring a withering glance. “I guess ours’ll be a grown-up chap; but I wish he’d be a boy my size. How do you guess poor old San Francisco looks to-day?” “Billy, my little, little boy!” She lifted the tousled head and pressed her cheek close against his. “Take her in,” Billy gasped. “They stole her; they’re after—save her—hurry—” He could say no more, but suddenly collapsed and sank to the ground; and the last sight he remembered was the dark Italian at the house corner, talking fast, with one hand in a sling, the other waving a knife threateningly..
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