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“Mrs. Newman, may I come again,” he turned confidentially to his hostess, “I am head over ears in love with your charming cousin.” She clapped her hands. “Oh, I’m glad you like fairies, too. Do you know about Bagdad and Semiramide and Good King Arthur and Ivanhoe, and all the other beautiful things in the world?” she asked, breathlessly. A mile or two down the creek the searching party sought diligently for the little lost boy. Moses was in the lead. He had announced his adamant resolve to find St. Elmo, or perform the irrevocable feat of “bustin’.” He cherished an idea of his own as to the child’s whereabouts. A few weeks previously, on an all-day excursion, Moses had played pirates with St. Elmo and they had utilized a most delectable earthy cave for their game..
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“Does he?” May Nell stared innocently into the darkening eyes. “I should think that would make you awfully agitated.” “You have, you have, dear baby! I’ll be your mother, and you can call me ‘mamma’ as Billy does.” “Some of the real stuff,” he requested, “just to make these folks realize they haven’t begun to live yet.” “Oh ’bout the fairies an’ stars an’ lovely things that grownups know nothin’ about.”.
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