The hours passed in an uproar of fun. The table was dismantled, toys, tools, and dishes put away, and the feast had sped into the past.,
“Avaunt, hesitating noddy! The angel child is quite safe!” Bess waved an arm, partly bare and brown in spots.,
Moses’ teeth chattered. It was not cold, but wash-day meant to the unhappy boy a dismal round of duties..
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