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She clapped him into her own warm bed, and incredibly soon things were sizzling over the alcohol lamp. Several ladies of the district were already busy “scttin’ up” the quilt when Mrs. Wopp and her satellites entered the Mifsud parlor. Mrs. Bennett hugged her closer and patted her cheek softly, but let the passion of tears spend itself a little before trying the comfort of words. Then she questioned of the child’s parents, her past life, and the events just preceding the catastrophe in San Francisco, that she herself might better understand how to shield and make happy the little waif that a terrible, heaving earth had cast into her home, her arms..
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“Ef you could only see how you look, Betty. You must hev some eyebrows somehow.” “I can dance, too,” she said with childish pride. “Naw Nosey,” he retorted, “there ain’t no bun to break in two, the dorg is outside the bun already.” “I’ll mow in the morning. Let me stay and visit Pretty—Harold, I mean—till sundown; can’t I, mamma?” He patted her cheek with a vigor that made her wink. “You know you can’t refuse your darling boy,” he wheedled..
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