“Avaunt, hesitating noddy! The angel child is quite safe!” Bess waved an arm, partly bare and brown in spots.,
“To be shore you kin,” was the reply, “but don’t hurry too much an’ smarsh the crockery.”,
She put back his tumbled hair, looked long into his eyes, realizing with a shock that she was looking up. Her little boy was gone..
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