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“Who is going to auction the quilt when it is finished?” inquired Nell Gordon, appealing to her hostess as President of the Ladies’ Aid. “Glory be! It’s pulled apart at the other end!” ejaculated the perspiring assistant. CHAPTER I THE LITTLE EARTHQUAKE GIRL.
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