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“When I do my dishes, Mar, can I work in the garding, too?” inquired Betty. “They’re a regular Damon and Pythias, aren’t they? And we’ll have Flash for the Polar Bear, in the circus, and Tom for the Royal Bengal Tiger, the baby tiger, you know.” “Had a fall, Billy?” Every one knew the boy. “Mar,” he demanded hastily, “more marshed turnips, please.”.