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“Moses, I hear yer Par comin’ with the hay,” announced Mrs. Wopp, suddenly. “You’ll hev to go help him with it.” “I did hunt the aigs,” lied the unhappy Moses who was afraid he was going to miss something. Jimmy tried not to look pleased, but failed. Something about May Nell attracted him, whether it was her beauty, her fearlessness, or her air of distinction he did not know. It was really her recognition of something fine in him that his cold and irascible father had almost whipped out of him..
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“It’s my doin’s, Mar,” said Betty, “I made it orl up outer my head.” “They’d look purtier, Glory, ef you’d put more colors in,” commented Mrs. Wopp. “If she steams,” Harold put in sagely. Through the open door could be heard the strains of “Pull for the shore” sung with heart and soul by the intermediate class, and to that lively air Moses made for the exit as expeditiously as his sodden garments would allow..
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