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What matter if the telegraph poles that were to be just twelve feet—that is, twelve inches—fell short or long sometimes. “Mosey!” “I like Sunday School best ’cause I do things there.”.
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“Oh, chuck the business,” Jean said impatiently. “Can’t it wait till noon? I must go home then.” THE day was fine. Billy, not long released from his green shade, wondered if the world was ever so lovely before; the flowers so sweet, the birds so joyous. Could it be only a few short weeks since that gray Sunday? Billy’s confinement had quickened him, introduced him to himself; now he looked on life with wider eyes, with a more understanding heart. “Good dog! I understand you, Bouncer, and I’m not lonesome any more.” Moses suspended operations on the woodpile and leaned against it. “Huh,” he grunted with masculine superiority, “all girls think of is looks. Some of them sorft lookin’ teachers is the wust when it comes to lickin’ the kids. You can’t jedge a hoss by his hide.”.
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