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“I’m tho thorry, I wanted to hear more about the fairieth.” Lila Williams would have braved the elements to listen to more of Betty’s original stories. New Gold Rummyl, “The fleetin’ of youth is most sartin,” answered his wife, coining this epigram on the shortness of life’s spring-time, and sighing as she spoke. The good lady herself was looking through a stereoscope at some views and finding one of Niagara Falls she endeavored to cheer her despondent husband.

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Enjoy voice and video New Gold Rummyl “Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.”.
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April 17, 2025

Betty gazed shyly at her inquisitor. Her brown eyes sparkled with the adventure of meeting a real live piannerist, as she called him. Dinner was over and Mr. Zalhambra stood before the fire in the drawing-room grate. Stooping to warm his large white hands over the flame, his hypnotic eyes reflected strangely the glow of the fire. He watched Nell Gordon as she sat stroking the flowing fair tresses of Betty. May Nell needed no second request to “catch the racket and bring it in.” She flew downstairs, and presently up again, arriving with a breathless story. “O Billy, the circus train’s wrecked! There won’t be any circus next week! Some of the animals are all dead, and the fire burned some— Oh, I can hear them scream now, can’t you?” She put her hands over her face and shivered. He laughed coarsely. “George Smith’s kid, all right. You’ve got the same high way with you.”.

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May 4, 2025

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May 24, 2025

“A new kind of hen,” retorted Moses. “She can’t, you know; she and sister have to work hard to make what we spend now. I don’t do half enough myself.” “I think you’ve broke my neck, kid,” he said, feebly, as quaking Billy helped him to his feet. “Well, now, is that so? It sounds to me like a furrin word,” returned Mrs. Wopp, who admired Mrs. Mifsud’s polished utterances, while by no means undervaluing her own rhetorical gifts..

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