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On Moses Wopp devolved the responsibility of driving the ladies of the household over the two miles of prairie lying between the Wopp ranch and that of Mrs. Mifsud. Betty, too, was going. The Ladies’ Aid did not meet every day, nor had it always on hand the alluring business of an autograph quilt, on which flourished in outlined boldness the name of every man, woman and child in the district and many out of it. “Let ’em come. What do I care for Sour ’n Shifty? I’ll never desert Micawber this near success.” He rubbed on calmly, and the two boys came in at the open door. The work went on, each length at the first possible opportunity resuming its state of strict neutrality and refusing to be drawn into negotiations..
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“I suppose you have a large farm, Mr. Wopp,” said Nell Gordon. “You romp!” came the disgusted voice once more. “You’d better cut your hair, and your skirts, and be a child again.” The bun in question must have had great dynamic force, the tail of Jethro bearing evidence to the internal power generated. “Golly! They’re working all night. I—ought to—help—to-morrow. I—” He slept again with his good resolution half made..
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