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“Don’t Job look jist like Mariar Mifsud goin’ to meetin’,” gurgled Betty. “Something my mother sent yours. You mustn’t touch it,” he warned, as Billy made a reach for it. “I was to land this safe in Mrs. Bennett’s hands; and here goes!” He sprang from Billy’s outreached arms, ran into the house and out again, before Billy had time to resume his mowing. “They’d look purtier, Glory, ef you’d put more colors in,” commented Mrs. Wopp..
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That night when Mrs. Bennett went into the Fo’castle there was an unusual note in Billy’s voice. “All right, Doc,” the other replied a bit gruffly; “suppose we catch ’em before we fight about the divvy.” Before answering, Mr. Wopp solemnly handed Moses first the reins then the dog, after which he slowly and carefully descended himself. In the meantime Mr. Wopp sitting precariously on the edge of the sofa was examining for at least the two-hundredth time the red plush album which contained the records of the Wopp family, past and present, in picture form. He looked long and earnestly at a tin-type representing a plump, velvet-coated, mop-haired boy of twelve. He sighed deeply..
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