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“Please, Mith Wopp, the latht windthorm upthet our hen-houth.” “Y-yes, b-but how can I when I have no one to say ‘mama’ to, only a Mrs.” The pictures that followed were of fairies and sprites irresistible to childish minds..
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All this time Mrs. Wopp ran breathlessly up and down stairs attending to the feverish child. Even wash-day was postponed, but the terrors of that dread event would never again appal Moses, he felt sure, if only Betty got well. Ebenezer Wopp was distracted and neglected to take his usual number of notes. “Oh, no,” he sighed; “I suppose duty is the first business; but duty is such a narrow, knock-you-down little word.” His voice was tense and hard. CHAPTER VIII.—BETTY VISITS THE CITY OF HER DREAMS. “Never mind Jobie, we want Jethro to win anyway, don’t we?” said Betty, presenting to the turkey her pocket filled with grain..
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