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“The robin is jist the carinest bird,” she added. Moses reappeared with a tray. The tea had been spilled as foretold by his Mother, but sufficient was left for the party. Betty drank from a dainty cup, her little finger straight and rigid as was fitting for the delicate hand-painted china. “I must of looked like that Lize or the picter couldn’t of been took.” Ruefully he rubbed his bald crown..
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