“Dad an’ Mosey don’t look orful happy,” she laughed. “Smile at me, Mosey.”,
And Billy, suddenly remembering who was being cheered, slid to his seat sheepishly, a cold feeling down his back, uncomfortable heat in his cheeks.,
“But where does our fun come in? Girls don’t build railroads,” Bess complained..
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