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“Put a nose an’ eyes over his own planner an’ you’d think there’s the man hisself,” flung back Mrs. Wopp. “I must be very careful, then, not to change it,” responded Nell, as she took the seat assigned to her. “S’tup,” he commanded. Jethro immediately sat up on his hind legs..
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Mrs. Wopp lurched heavily in her endeavor to calm the tumult of excited voices. Quiet was at length restored after several pupils had given thrilling accounts of catastrophes caused by windstorms. 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. “No, Mosey, I must hurry and get some flowers fer school to-day.” “Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp..
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