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CHAPTER IV.—WASH-DAY AT MRS. WOPP’S. “Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp. “I am not going to let you see any more compositions,” exclaimed Nell, “You are just making fun of my poor children.”.
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