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“Won’t you sing something else, Mrs. Wopp.” Nell was growing uncomfortable under Betty’s reference to the unburnished state of her cloud. In spite of her smile there was a tinge of gravity in her silent moment of consideration. “Very well, Billy. You know how short Saturday is, and that to-morrow you’ll wish you’d cut the grass to-day. Yet I leave it to you; do as you like.” “Mith Wopp, had Jonah any little girlth or boyth at home?”.
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“Doh, re, mi, fah, soh, la, ti, doh,” sang the children in faint uncertain tones. The sound was an ominous warning to Moses, to finish his breakfast with all possible speed. But minds may stray though eyes seem attentive. Two boys began to indulge surreptitiously in the mild amusement of extracting toothsome kernels from refractory shells. Cracking nuts not being conducive to alertness of mind, Mrs. Wopp promptly confiscated a large bag of filberts which proved to be the joint property of Pat Bliggins and Pete Stolway. He winced with pain, reeled, and would have fallen but for the other’s sustaining hand..
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