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“You are one simp,” he comforted, at the same time putting his own overcoat about the shivering boy. He tidied himself, bade his mother good-bye, and followed the girls to rehearsal. “That’s Flash; he always works for his breakfast,” Billy pompously approved..
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“Put a nose an’ eyes over his own planner an’ you’d think there’s the man hisself,” flung back Mrs. Wopp. “That’s for Billy’s cats; mine need none,” Edith declared. Up on the hillside one of the brothers still plied the hoe; and now the other came from the back door and walked down the road with his milk can in his hand. Billy had “the creeps” for a minute, and cowered closer; but no one saw him. Now was the time! He would never have such a chance again. By this time Mr. Wopp was bearing a length of pipe into the yard. The parlor looked like a morgue with its inanimate objects lying bidden under sheets and cloths of varying degrees of past usefulness. Through a hole of one sheet could be seen the listless towzled head of Hannah, her faded wax countenance betraying the need of a tonic..
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