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The Wopps, father and son, attacked the load of hay with such vigor that it was quickly disposed of. Just as the last forkful was being pitched over the corral fence, the boy looking up saw a vehicle approaching. “A perfectly gorgeous occasion,” Bess supplemented. “The storm’ll be worse yet, Mr. Howard, so you jist stay here till the cock crows fer risin’, an’ I’ll cook you a breakfast better’n a pore lonely bachelor kin cook fer hisself.”.

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“La now! An’ why do you say that, my dear?” inquired Mrs. Wopp. “Set up straight, Moses, yer back looks like you was packin’ a sack of pertaters.” The little girl forgot herself in watching them, till Billy came in, smart and almost handsome in his best suit. “But it isn’t ten o’clock.” “I suppose you have a large farm, Mr. Wopp,” said Nell Gordon..