The boy was very still for a little, but burst out presently: “I’m going to work, mother; as soon as school closes I’ll start.”,
“Don’t sit there wool-gatherin’ anyways, Mose, or the moths’ll nest in yer head. Ef you carn’t sing in toon, you kin bring up a cup of tea fer Miss Gordon an’ Mr. Eliot, an’ don’t fergit Betty an’ yer Mar.”,
“Why doesn’t your mama have a man to take care of the grounds?” she questioned after she had told him something of her parents and home..
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