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Moses’ teeth chattered. It was not cold, but wash-day meant to the unhappy boy a dismal round of duties. “And I’m always going to be your little girl, too,” the child pleaded; “so Billy must be my papa’s little boy.” CHAPTER VII.—THE LITTLE CHURCH IN THE COULEE..
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Releasing her hands from his firm grasp, the girl lays them lightly crossed upon his breast, and looks up at him with perfect trust,—I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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"Throw them away," said his father; "throw them both away. That is not a root digger; that is not a dog."
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Billy heard the hatted one say “So long!” saw him start down a path that followed close beside the stream, perfectly hidden from any one who might be walking the crests above. The other man brought a pail and started up the hill. “I’ll wrestle with you first chance,” he challenged; “but you wouldn’t have any show, your dress is so long. Why do you have ’em so?” “Shade of Beelzebub! Where did you spring from?” shouted the astonished man. Mr. Crump indulged in an unusual hobby, the collection of old musical instruments, and a motley group it was that Moses eyed with growing wonder..
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