“O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek.,
“Oh, Billy, Billy! My beautiful opera is ruined!” Edith wailed, as she heard the jeers of the small boys in the audience.,
“Yes, he can do that; I’ve seen him myself.”.
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