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All this time Mrs. Wopp ran breathlessly up and down stairs attending to the feverish child. Even wash-day was postponed, but the terrors of that dread event would never again appal Moses, he felt sure, if only Betty got well. Ebenezer Wopp was distracted and neglected to take his usual number of notes. How the missionary box would jingle! How the heathen would sing for joy! While on the Wopp table carrot pudding could become a diurnal felicity! As many of the hens and chickens as could be persuaded were ushered into the yard to add to the numerical strength of the menagerie..
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“Anything else you can do better than a girl?” she jeered, good-naturedly. “Put her in my room and give me the Fo’castle; I’ve always wanted to bunk there.” “This is a lyre, very old,” said Mr. Crump, handling an ancient instrument tenderly. Moses looked up suddenly, he hoped nothing he had said called forth the remark. “You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?”.
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