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Nell looked toward the morning-glory garden and there she saw Betty kneeling in the moonlight. Jethro was sitting up on his hind legs beside the little figure, holding his paws before him. The moonlight fell on his penitential white body, on the stiff braids of the sorrowful and contrite Betty, and lighted up the bright yellow nasturtiums that filled the air with their pungent odor. The morning-glory leaves gleamed in the pure white light. “We must go right back,” Jimmy declared, turning to the door of the kitchen and thrusting a package within. “Look he’s been here,” said Betty, pointing to a small footprint in the moist soil, “An’ he’s headed down the crick.”.
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“Arsk a dorg with a tin pail tied to his ear to smile at yer,” returned Moses, sourly. “You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?” He laughed coarsely. “George Smith’s kid, all right. You’ve got the same high way with you.” “Ugh! Confound their impudence, I’ll make them listen yet to something else than rag.”.
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