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Presently the little Chinese boy returned, his grin resumed, and a large basket on his arm. “Do you understand them Betty?” “Have more toast Glory,” said Moses suddenly wakened. Unwrapping his leg from the rung of the chair, he reached across the table..
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“I think the linin’ of Miss Gordon’s cloud needs polishin’ these days,” ventured Betty, shyly. In the matter of the next adventure, Moses’ feet were fast approaching that degree known as freezing point. But spurred on by the resolute will of his sister he rose to the occasion of a chariot race, adapted from “Ben Hur.” They had never forgotten the thrill they had experienced when one day at Mrs. Mifsud’s house the nephew of that good lady, with city-bred art, had recited in melodramatic fashion “Ben Hur’s Chariot Race.” “My father didn’t let my mother work when he was alive; but he—he died.” Billy bent lower over his weeding, and both were quiet. “And just worships you. Is your lawn mowed?”.
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