“Land o’ Goshen, child,” shrieked Mrs. Wopp throwing up her hands in dismay, “whatever hev you been doin’ to yerself. You look jist like a wooden Injin. I wouldn’t of knowed you ef I’d met you in the streets of Judear.”,
She took the child in her comforting arms. “Don’t cry, little one! We shall find her, never fear.”,
Moses, who was still in the dark as to the exact character of the entertainment planned, was all eagerness to get preliminaries over..
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