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“Why, ma, the children are quite respectable; I know all their mothers.” Buzz’s mamma looked a little mischievous. “Ain’t she her own aunt?” hazarded Mr. Wopp, abstractedly thrusting his hammer into his boot top and scratching his bald head with a pair of pincers. “I am not going to let you see any more compositions,” exclaimed Nell, “You are just making fun of my poor children.”.
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“It was quite all right,” answered Nell, anxiously watching for the reappearance of Mr. Wopp’s knife, “Mr. Eliot gave me a glorious drive over the prairie behind his team of greys, but,” with a sly look towards the young rancher, “I don’t believe he likes to meet trains.” “All over the house does she put them?” the child asked after she had snipped a fragrant heap. “I guess he didn’t say ‘lick,’ Billy.” CHAPTER XVII.—A SAMPLE OF EBENEZER WOPP’S IRE..
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