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“That boy’ll sartinly spill the tea,” prophecied Mrs. Wopp, with laughing pessimism. “No; will you tell me?” “I want Howard Eliot,” she cried, “he can sing so lovely, an’ I want Miss Gordon, she’s so comfortin’.”.
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