“That boy’ll sartinly spill the tea,” prophecied Mrs. Wopp, with laughing pessimism.,
“Glory must git better, nothin’s no fun no more,” blurted Moses.,
“Please, Mister, my nose was bleedin’ an’ I lorst my way lookin’ fer warter, an’ here I am on Jording’s stormy banks.”.
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