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“What’ll I sing Betty?” The water would soon be low enough, he decided, though the end of the suspension foot-bridge hung very near surface. The rains had come in a sudden flood that year, delaying sport he had planned, in which the island was to play an important part. Another time he would have gone quickly enough, for he liked work as little as the average boy, often shirked it; though when he forgot himself in his task, the joy of doing it well held him to it. But May Nell’s coming and the added expense still troubled him; and it was a resolute face he turned to his mother. “No, mamma, you shan’t get down on your marrow bones to these old floors. It’s only me that needs to go on the knees, you know.” His eyes twinkled..
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“Is theh faywies wound heah, Betty? Can they see us?” inquired the little boy in awe-struck tones. “I’ll not make a noise, and I’ll—I’ll try not to cry; but I’m afraid I’ll ha-have t-to,” she faltered, struggling to hide her eyes that grew moist in spite of herself. Thus adjured, Howard began, while Mrs. Wopp leaned back in her chair rocking vigorously. The man gave him an affectionate slap. “Go, then. You’re a right game kid, sure.”.
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