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“Betty dimples in an’ out, like Mar’s dough,” he remarked, joyously, “she’s shore gittin’ better.” “I can dance, too,” she said with childish pride. Still no St. Elmo. They proceeded a considerable distance down the creek..
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Al Newman arranged all the theatre parties for his wife and guests. He opened up the piano as he spoke and turned to the musician. “Oh Miss Gordon,” cried Betty, her dark brown eyes sparkling with delight, “the flowers can talk to each other across them telfone wires, can’t they?” “Glory must git better, nothin’s no fun no more,” blurted Moses. Mrs. Wopp’s face assumed a forgiving air as she accepted this defence. Then began that portion of the story that leads up to the tragic culmination..
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