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CHAPTER XVIII.—A PAIR OF CHECKED TROUSERS. A small stove had been set up in the improvised kitchen, and a big boiler filled with water. This was now boiling furiously and the ladies proceeded to make the coffee. Cakes and pies were cut, cups and saucers were piled in one huge basket and sandwiches in another. Directly the invalid’s querulous demand for the rancher was made, Moses started off to fetch him..
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“That’s no giant. She isn’t bigger’n a kid. Will she let you come to play? The Gang’s coming to-morrow.” As Moses clattered down stairs, Mrs. Wopp continued, “There is shore a thunderstorm comin’ up to-night. ’Pears to me I heerd like a roll of drums.” Billy made no reply. He wondered if he ought to stay at home. “O, Mar, jist a teeny-weeny brown crust, it carn’t hurt me.”.
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