“I am not going to let you see any more compositions,” exclaimed Nell, “You are just making fun of my poor children.”,
“Billy, my little, little boy!” She lifted the tousled head and pressed her cheek close against his.,
“Oh, Billy, Billy! My beautiful opera is ruined!” Edith wailed, as she heard the jeers of the small boys in the audience..
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