All but May Nell; when Edith and Mrs. Bennett rubbed and warmed her she declared she didn’t need it, and was so absorbed in lamenting the loss of the Fair Ellen, she could think of nothing else.,
“Why not, I’d like to know? Isn’t this my shack? And shall I let a kid burn up?”,
“Oh, Mr. Sheriff, you won’t send me off now, will you, when the business is just beginning?”.
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