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“A new kind of hen,” retorted Moses. Harold turned and looked to where May Nell stood with the twins, sorting her flowers. “Isn’t she a daisy, though? Little—why, she’s only a baby.” Billy heard the hatted one say “So long!” saw him start down a path that followed close beside the stream, perfectly hidden from any one who might be walking the crests above. The other man brought a pail and started up the hill..
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The strains of “Red Wing” having died away, Mrs. Wopp busied herself setting up the crokinole board. “Me and Par won’t play, jist the young folks,” she announced. But not that night nor for days after did Billy look at his books. The second morning the fever was still present, and he told his mother he was “all over red goose flesh.” “Said so, but they’re late. We’ve got an addition, the little earthquake girl.” This last was a sibilant aside. “Y-yes, b-but how can I when I have no one to say ‘mama’ to, only a Mrs.”.
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