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“Here’s Mis’ Mifsud an’ St. Elmo comin’ in the buckboard,” he announced. “’Cause I love you, ’n’ I hope the edges’ll be all pink like my mornin’-glories.” “Land o’ Goshen, child,” shrieked Mrs. Wopp throwing up her hands in dismay, “whatever hev you been doin’ to yerself. You look jist like a wooden Injin. I wouldn’t of knowed you ef I’d met you in the streets of Judear.”.
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“No, it can’t wait one minute longer’n it’ll take me to get to town. Maybe I can come back though.” “No worse ’n you, I reckon,” was the rueful response. Billy’s appearance justified Jimmy’s speech; for freckles were standing out large and ghastly from one or two very white spots on the younger boy’s battered face. “Can you get home alone?” A small stove had been set up in the improvised kitchen, and a big boiler filled with water. This was now boiling furiously and the ladies proceeded to make the coffee. Cakes and pies were cut, cups and saucers were piled in one huge basket and sandwiches in another. “No; but I stop here sometimes. Are you afraid of ghosts?”.
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