“You have, you have, dear baby! I’ll be your mother, and you can call me ‘mamma’ as Billy does.”,
Mrs. Wopp’s voice, a dramatic outburst before which almost any cloud would have quailed, filled the bedroom. Betty turned to Nell Gordon, “I hope all yer clouds’ll hev silver linin’s, Miss Gordon,” she smiled.,
A lot more nonsense he rattled off, squeezing and kissing her till she was breathless with laughter..
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