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“I’m chored from mornin’ till night, an’ arfter I go to sleep I do some more chorin’ jist to keep my hand in.” Moses was in a distinctly peevish mood. They all went off, a merry, noisy troop. And the disappearing sun was the last to say to Billy “Good-night.” CHAPTER XVIII.—A PAIR OF CHECKED TROUSERS..
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The best of all was a letter from Jimmy, scrawled with his left hand. Here she produced a picture of a nest of young robins, their beaks wide open for a tempting morsel hanging from the bill of father robin. Mrs. Wopp, after ascertaining that the little boy had received no bodily injury, stood mopping her heated face with the half-mended sock. She ceased operations to survey Betty more carefully. “The children will get too tired,” the Snake Charmer warned..
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