“I was ten in January, the twelfth,” May Nell replied, with no pride in her tone; she was always older than those of her size. Yet she was not prepared for the gasps and backward movement of the twins.,
“You romp!” came the disgusted voice once more. “You’d better cut your hair, and your skirts, and be a child again.”,
“And just worships you. Is your lawn mowed?”.
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