Every morning during the summer a bunch of morning-glories, wet with dew, adorned the breakfast table. Blue and pink and white, they seemed the very spirit of morning freshness and sweetness.
ppl cricket, “Here, let me do that,” Harold commanded; “you go and do the rest of your work. We won’t get to play in all day. The Gang coming?”
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ppl cricket “Well, papa did. If he was alive he’d be giving it to me about now, good and plenty.”.
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