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“Sure! Take care of the truck, will you?” He dropped his burdens to Jean’s willing hands, and darted forward. How did he know her name, she wondered, yet answered more bravely than she felt. “Yes, sir.” She thought it best to be as polite as possible. “I’m alone now, but the boys are expected every minute.” She would say “boys” even if Clarence didn’t come; it sounded more protecting. “Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.”.
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“Are you hungry, Isobel?” questioned her mother. Mrs. Mifsud who had listened to this recital with polite interest, now excused herself on the plea of urgent duties in the kitchen. But after a time Jethro grew very tired of playing with a dilapidated shoe, a shiny bone, a grimy dish-mop and other erstwhile interesting things, and he thought it would be delightful to make friends with Nancy and play with her. But Nancy was still unapproachable. When Jethro capered up to her she arched her back and spat at him. Not being a thin-skinned puppy, he refused to consider this rebuff as final. “The fairies might git cross,” countered Betty..
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