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“All right, Doc,” the other replied a bit gruffly; “suppose we catch ’em before we fight about the divvy.” Molly enjoyed the attentions of Betty and contentedly chewed her cud. Whenever Betty leaned forward to caress the camel, Molly rolled out some square inches of tongue and licked the glowing cheek of her little mistress. An altogether adorable if somewhat familiar camel was the old black cow. “Arsk a blessin’, Ebenezer.”.
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“Billy, I don’t think you could possibly have been happier on your birthday than I was; yet I was so tired that night that I could not sleep. The work of that day was play to me.” A dull yellow glow from the kerosene lamp, placed by Moses on the bureau, lighted up the figure of Betty reclining on snowy pillows. On one side of her was seated Howard, his arm about the drowsy child. On the side of the bed, squarely seated on one of Mrs. Wopp’s texts worked into the patchwork quilt, was Nell, watching the little pallid face and trying to avoid the eyes of her silent lover. “Doubtless it is incorporated in the language of some foreign people,” conceded Mrs. Mifsud, languidly. “Ugh! Confound their impudence, I’ll make them listen yet to something else than rag.”.
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