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Harold turned and looked to where May Nell stood with the twins, sorting her flowers. “Isn’t she a daisy, though? Little—why, she’s only a baby.” “Y-yes, b-but how can I when I have no one to say ‘mama’ to, only a Mrs.” “Yes, now. Once she must have been about the same size, you know.” She stood behind the child caressing her cheek..
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“Been talkin’ to a grave-digger?” queried Mrs. Wopp, of her offspring, as Moses selected a comfortable seat, his sober face still bearing traces of the last few days’ anxiety. She looked on the solicitude of Moses with an approving eye, but it was necessary, however, to hide her maternal pride by a series of assaults upon him on every possible pretext. Her banterings also helped to keep her son and heir in the spotlight. “I am not going to let you see any more compositions,” exclaimed Nell, “You are just making fun of my poor children.” Mrs. Wopp rose from her chair and seating herself on the sofa beside her husband took his thin hand in her substantial one, squeezing it openly. “I guess so. What else?”.
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