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“Train? Is she going away?” The small girl’s face grew sorrowful. “Yeh, we went to the shootin’ gallery, an’ the amuseum, an’ got inter a little square cage an’ shot away up to the top of an orful high buildin’ an’ got a sparrer’s eye view of the city.” CHAPTER XI GOOD-NIGHT IN THE FO’CASTLE.
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🌈 Dive into a world of excitement and entertainment at the Fun Girls Sports Extravaganza! With a mix of interactive games, thrilling rides, and engaging sports challenges, this event is where girls can unleash their fun-loving spirit and make unforgettable memories. Let's create magic together! 🎈✨I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
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The Wopp parlor was seldom entered, except on very special occasions or when Mrs. Wopp with formality and no undue haste dusted the furniture. The room had an air of solemnity and gloom, absent in the cheerful dining-room where the family usually sat. A homemade rag carpet covered the floor. Six slippery, horsehair chairs, one of them a rocker, and a horsehair couch, which did not invite confidence, were ranged stiffly around the sides of the room. In one corner was an ancient organ, wheezy and querulous with neglect, and in another stood a lofty what-not, on whose numerous shelves were deposited the family treasures. Here, was a woolly lamb at one time beloved of Moses; there his tin savings bank. Stiffly upright stood Betty’s wax doll Hannah, seldom played with and then only for a few minutes at a time. Mrs. Wopp was represented by a few shell boxes and a match box of china flanked by a sleek china cat. “I am not going to let you see any more compositions,” exclaimed Nell, “You are just making fun of my poor children.” “Can I hev a piece of jelly-roll, Mar?” coaxed Betty, stemming the tide of her brother’s complaints. Mrs. Wopp’s bonnet with its imitation osprey looked as though adorned with fragments of barbed-wire. Her jet earrings seemed entirely superfluous as the lobes of her generous ears glowed like rubies..
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