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“Surely Billy has earned it, Mrs. Bennett,” Mr. Smith urged. “Jiminy crickets! What’s happened, kid?” Billy asked, slowing up beside him. “That’s you, papa,” Clarence piped, as an anxious post warning..
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was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
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“Yes, right now.” He stepped nearer, and Bouncer growled and bristled. On Moses Wopp devolved the responsibility of driving the ladies of the household over the two miles of prairie lying between the Wopp ranch and that of Mrs. Mifsud. Betty, too, was going. The Ladies’ Aid did not meet every day, nor had it always on hand the alluring business of an autograph quilt, on which flourished in outlined boldness the name of every man, woman and child in the district and many out of it. Now the band came up, a troop of boys in gorgeous uniforms made of red calico and tinsel paper. A drum and fife kept tolerable time; but the wheezy harmonicas and paper-covered combs, the tin horns and clanging triangles, quite “covered” any tune the fife attempted. Yet what matter? It was a joyful noise; and even the horses kept step to the valiant drum. “Glory be! It’s pulled apart at the other end!” ejaculated the perspiring assistant..
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