“Yes; but some one who could take care of himself. And you didn’t expect to open dressmaking parlors.”,
“Miss Gordon done it, I know,” whispered Betty, clasping and unclasping her hands, “she’s not a school-teacher at orl, she’s jist a fairy growed up, an’ Mar’s a fairy godmother!”,
“Why doesn’t the Gang come, mamma?” he asked, returning the kiss he knew was one ahead for his natal day..
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