“Fer the love o’ Mike, kid, how did you git here?” said Moses, rousing the small sleeper. “Gosh, but yer face needs warshin’.”,
“Here, Mose, hoi’ this here jint while I fit the next one inter it.” A tongue-twisting silence ensued.,
“Yes, we shall marry her ourselves,” Evelyn echoed; while both girls made childish efforts to rehabilitate the depressed cousins..
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