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“Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.” May Nell had learned to use the towel; and the two children usually “did” the dishes at night; but now she was away with Edith at the Opera House, and mother and son were alone in the kitchen. “Why, I wonder? She used to watch us at it and laugh.”.
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“Do you know how ice cream is made, May Nell?” Jimmy asked to break the oppression. “She’d like fust-rate to come, but Glory be! She’d want ter fetch her pet turkey and Jethro.” Now a steamboat was on hand. At odd times for weeks, Billy, Harold, and one or two other boys, under secrecy of lock and key, had been slowly bringing to completion a wonderful structure. “O Billy, think how many gophers Flash catches, and what gentlemen they are in the house,” Edith defended. She was chorister for one of the churches, and was now gathering her music..
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