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“Well, well, you don’t say!” Outside the spring warmth and fragrance enfolded the children as a mantle, opening their hearts to each other. Billy showed his flock of pigeons, his white chickens and the house where they roosted and brought forth their fluffy broods. Old Bouncer barked and capered about them; and the little girl tried to decide which cat was the prettiest, white Flash watching for gophers in the green alfalfa, or Sir Thomas Katzenstein, his yellow mate, basking in the sun. “He isn’t yellow like any other cat I ever saw; he’s shaded so beautifully.” “Billy Boy, it’s fine! It’s splendid! But it’s so big I’m afraid Buzz will be scared.”.
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"Time's up!" cried Patricia, jumping up. "Be on hand at the next rest, angel child. Come in the clay room 'immejit' the gong rings," and she hurried off, humming a gay little song.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
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"So I understand; but did Dr. Etwald bring it to the house with him?"
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“Are you hurt?” Billy spelled with the hand alphabet every boy and girl knows. “Well, now, is that so? It sounds to me like a furrin word,” returned Mrs. Wopp, who admired Mrs. Mifsud’s polished utterances, while by no means undervaluing her own rhetorical gifts. Mr. Crump indulged in an unusual hobby, the collection of old musical instruments, and a motley group it was that Moses eyed with growing wonder. CHAPTER I.—MRS. WOPP’S HOSPITALITY..
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