“Anyhow, Mar, that fust punkin pie Par got was a howlin’ success.”,
“Miss Gordon done it, I know,” whispered Betty, clasping and unclasping her hands, “she’s not a school-teacher at orl, she’s jist a fairy growed up, an’ Mar’s a fairy godmother!”,
The boy was very still for a little, but burst out presently: “I’m going to work, mother; as soon as school closes I’ll start.”.
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