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Here Mrs. Wopp related for the hundredth time the account of the ketchup disaster. “Good-by Dad and Mar and Mosey,” called Betty as she sped down the path toward the school-house. Mrs. Bennett put down the pan of batter-cake dough and gave him his good-morning kiss. His head was level with hers. “Thank you, my big boy. Mother will soon have a man to look to. Go in and get your breakfast; you must be nearly famished.”.
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Although the temptation to reckless haste was great, Betty resisted it. It was not long, however, before a pile of shining blue willow-ware was restored to its accustomed place on the oil-cloth-covered pantry shelves, and Betty, seizing her sunbonnet, hurried out of doors. Clarence had crossed the Pons Asinorum; a series of intoxicated circles, with sharp-cornered triangles piercing their fat sides, bore eloquent testimony to his faltering steps. This account of the abruptly ended career of her predecessor was somewhat disturbing to Nell. “That’s you, papa,” Clarence piped, as an anxious post warning..
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