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This threatened catastrophe had considerable weight with St. Elmo who, in spite of Betty’s discouraging words, still had a lurking hope that he too might be privileged to see the “faywies” some day. Although he was badly handicapped in being a boy, yet in some miraculous manner there might be an exception made in his favor. “This shore has been a toilin’ day fer me,” sighed Mrs. Wopp, as she opened the oven door and revealed a tempting array of loaves, their brown domes swelling up and over the sides of shining black pans. “Ugh! Confound their impudence, I’ll make them listen yet to something else than rag.”.
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“Don’t Job look jist like Mariar Mifsud goin’ to meetin’,” gurgled Betty. WELL, what do you want to play?” Billy asked, after the hubbub had a little subsided. “Oh, chuck the business,” Jean said impatiently. “Can’t it wait till noon? I must go home then.” Mrs. Bennett crossed the room and laid a tender hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “You’re not strong and need perfect rest. Besides, you spoil the boy. It won’t hurt him to sleep there, and he must take the consequences of his own act.”.
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