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“O, Dadsie,” was the reply, “this is recital afternoon, you know.” “I want Howard Eliot,” she cried, “he can sing so lovely, an’ I want Miss Gordon, she’s so comfortin’.” CHAPTER VII.—THE LITTLE CHURCH IN THE COULEE..
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“That man Zalhambone’s playin’ rasped all up an’ down my spine,” she criticized. Then harking back to thrills she really had felt despite her prejudice, she admitted grudgingly, “My, but his han’s did fly over them keys permiscuous-like.” “Glory must git better, nothin’s no fun no more,” blurted Moses. “To-morrer’ll see my revenge,” growled Moses, now thoroughly roused to action under the protection of his own roof. “You’re a plucky kid, all right,” he replied, touched more than he would have admitted. “I won’t hurt the dog if you do as I tell you.” He looked for a cord or rope, but found none, and pulled from his pocket a red handkerchief. “Tie this around his neck; let one end hang down.”.
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