“Maria, where is St. Elmo?” asked Mrs. Mifsud, as with flushed face she basted some fowls in the oven.,
“Naw,” answered the boy, “What’d Mar say? she’d put a tin ear on me.”,
“Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.”.
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