He went home after the engagement, walking on air and talking aloud to himself. “Gee! I don’t suppose there’s a squinch-eyed ghost of a chance for me to win that prize money; but twenty-five a month’ll pay mamma for what I eat,—and break, I guess.”
dear-chart, The man faced her abruptly. “The devil he knows!”
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dear-chart “This froth looks like soapsuds,” he complained..
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