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CHAPTER III.—A DAY AT SCHOOL. “She’d like fust-rate to come, but Glory be! She’d want ter fetch her pet turkey and Jethro.” “I see two rigs comin’,” announced Mrs. Wopp, suddenly. From where she sat she could view through the window a considerable portion of the trail. “The men’ll soon orl be here, so s’posin’ we roll up the quilt. Ef everybody’s back’s achin’ like mine they’ll be glad to quit.”.
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