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Through the Stygian darkness of the loft loomed the figure of Mrs. Wopp, a white apron of huge dimensions indicating her presence. She made as though to descend the ladder. “No, no, mother! This is business for only Bouncer and me.” He caught up the cut handkerchief and called the dog before his mother could hinder. “Find her, Bouncer! Find May Nell! Sic ’em!” he shouted, and set off heedless of his mother’s continued protestations, after the bounding dog. “And just worships you. Is your lawn mowed?”.
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Jean, too, crossed the little bridge, climbed the fence, mounted her wheel, and rolled off down the dusty road. May Nell sat still and smiled modestly. Billy stared at her, feeling still more foolish over his own mistake. “Here you, Moses,” shouted his mother from the top of the stairs, “I heerd the pantry door squeakin’, no eatin’ till the job’s done.” She further informed him that stopping to eat “et inter his time too much an’ the work must be done afore dark.” “Isobel, play one of your pieces, let’s see how your recital helped you to-day.”.
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