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In a cage of wire netting bearing the legend, “The Roc—The Egg,” the uncomfortable gander swayed and craned his neck; and all but his voice was satisfactory. In the bottom of the cage a whitewashed stone the size of a small pumpkin did duty as the egg. “Are you hurt?” Billy spelled with the hand alphabet every boy and girl knows. “I’ll help a lot. You shan’t have a bit more trouble, sister; nor mamma, either.” He began to distribute the plates with noisy clatter..

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As Mrs. Wopp stood watching her family and the new teacher climb the hill on their way to school, she remarked to herself, “That boy jist naterly takes to mischief same as a gopher takes to my green peas.” “Wait, Billy! You are hurt, badly. Let me see.” She put out a detaining hand. “Said so, but they’re late. We’ve got an addition, the little earthquake girl.” This last was a sibilant aside. “She’d like fust-rate to come, but Glory be! She’d want ter fetch her pet turkey and Jethro.”.