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“Mith Wopp, had Jonah any little girlth or boyth at home?” It was a blessing that even her loyal soul must yield to nature’s balm of passing time; in wholesome companionship and the fragrant warmth of a country spring she somewhat forgot the grief that would otherwise have worn to death her frail little body. “You hitch Jethro to yer ole ’xpress waggon, ’n I’ll hitch Job to a prune-box with spool-wheels,” suggested Betty..
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“Why doesn’t your mama have a man to take care of the grounds?” she questioned after she had told him something of her parents and home.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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After the opening exercises of the Sunday-school session, Mrs. Wopp was pained to notice that some of her scholars did not consider attention to the lesson any part of their duty. However, that strict disciplinarian had a vast store of startling reprimands that set all eyes gazing on her sincere countenance.
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He laughed coarsely. “George Smith’s kid, all right. You’ve got the same high way with you.” “Sure! Take care of the truck, will you?” He dropped his burdens to Jean’s willing hands, and darted forward. “Don’t you think the new teacher is jist lovely Moses, with her big shinin’ blue eyes an’ wavy black hair?” Betty eagerly enquired, “An’ aint her clothes lovely too?” ‘twine,.
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