“Let me go, please!” he pleaded. “There’s a little girl, our refugee, over there, fainted, I think, perhaps—dead.”,
“They’d look purtier, Glory, ef you’d put more colors in,” commented Mrs. Wopp.,
“O, Mar, jist a teeny-weeny brown crust, it carn’t hurt me.”.
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