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“Yes; but I’m afraid my papa’s dead, he’s been gone so long.” How she hated that word “kid.” CHAPTER XII.—THE AUTOGRAPH QUILT. “How is your Ada since she had the jaundice, Mrs. Stolway?” inquired Airs. Bliggins..
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