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“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?” Howard led Nell through the intricacies of a square dance. “And Jimmy is already Roderick Dhu.”.
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This time Moses was more successful. Comforted, he felt he could enjoy a few morsels himself. Calling the contrite Jethro, who, after extricating himself from the ruins he had made, had retired under a bench, the boy made his way to a remote corner. Here no parental admonitions would disturb him. He surveyed with pleased expectancy an enormous triangle of pie, a huge slab of gingerbread, a monument of glistening iced cake, half a dozen tarts, and a few other trifles he had brought with him. “Hooray, Billy! Thirteen to-morrow! But this is the day we celebrate!” There was room on the slip of paper for only this last item, so numerous had been the demands, during this busy day, on Mr. Wopp’s memory. “Elmo saw some gween and white faywies,” he fabricated, “and wanted Mudgie to see them too.”.
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