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“Yeh, Mar says I’m a reglar jographer I like it so much.” “Oh, he is a wonderful piannerist,” explained Betty. “He played, Oh, jist lovely, jist like birds singin’ an’ rivers runnin’ an’ the sun shinin’. But arfter he played he looked so fierce I was skeered of him. Miss Gordon didn’t like him either, arfter she got knowin’ him better.” “Arsk a dorg with a tin pail tied to his ear to smile at yer,” returned Moses, sourly..
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