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CHAPTER V. DR. ETWALD'S WARNING. "You're fresh meat, aren't you?" she asked with a grin that widened her full mouth to a line. "When'd you come?" "You all know," Bruce went on, "that I have been trying an experiment of my favorite theory of art education, but very few of you know how it has progressed. And it is to show you the result that I have lured you here today—to crow over some of you, in fact. The canvas I am going to show you was designed, executed as far as it has gone, entirely by Miss Elinor Kendall, a student of hardly more than nine months' study. The subject is the 'Nativity' and it is designed for a chancel in a small church.".
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Having thus disposed of Jonah to her own evident satisfaction, and having as she considered, given much valuable instruction, Mrs. Wopp proceeded to question the children.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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“Larst Tuesday,” she continued, “two p’licemen went ridin’ along the trail jist as we were comin’ home from school, an’ they had the beautifulest horses. Moses can ride any horse, no matter how ornery.” Betty’s eyes shone with pride.
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"We'll like it, all right enough, if you have a hand in it," Patricia assured him heartily. "I'll put on my new bonnet," she promised, and trotted off to her room, smoothing the tails of her basque with eager fingers. Outside a warm wind was blowing, and the air was filled with the perfume of flowers. In the dark blue sky hardly a cloud could be seen, and the moon, just showing her orb above the tree-tops, flooded the still loveliness of the night with wave after wave of cold light. All was full of charm, spellbound, as it were, by the magic of moonlight, when suddenly a long, wild cry struck shuddering through the silence. Again I ask myself the question why his friendliness to Alfred Bennett's letters always makes me so instantly cross..
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