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A pretty little figger, “My father didn’t let my mother work when he was alive; but he—he died.” Billy bent lower over his weeding, and both were quiet. There they all were; those who had come first to the house, and many others: Jean, Bess Carter, Charley Strong, Max Krieber, Jackson Carter, the little colored boy, standing aloof, and others, large and small. All in a line they stood, and shouted up at him:.
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“That’s good enough for me, then,” he said, sleepily. And no one ever heard him mention again his unexpected addition to the scene. But another and unexpected crash followed, and a shower of burning oil shot up and caught May Nell’s flimsy paper frock. “Did Clarence show you the sights of the city this morning?” asked Mr. Crump, trying to repress a smile. “Doubtless it is incorporated in the language of some foreign people,” conceded Mrs. Mifsud, languidly..
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