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“That’s for Billy’s cats; mine need none,” Edith declared. “Now, Mosey, Mar’d be as mad as a wet hen ef she heard you. I want two bits to give to the heathens in Arfrica an’ Mar don’t pay me fer doin’ chores like she pays you. Wisht I was a boy.” “Why, Betty?”.
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The boy was very still for a little, but burst out presently: “I’m going to work, mother; as soon as school closes I’ll start.” “Feel that muscle,” he said a moment later; bending his arm, and pressing her fingers to it. “That’s got to grow by a broom or hoe, something besides football!” “Mary an’ Martha hev jist gone along to ring them shinin’ bells.” “Yeh Mar, I’m comin’.”.
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