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“The whale went splurgin’ an’ splutterin’ through the waves, mebbe blowin’ up a big waterspout like we see them doin’ in the jography picters. Then Joner prayed like everything an’ wrastled with the Lord, an’ his prayer was heerd, an’ the whale spit him up on the bank.” The strains of “Red Wing” having died away, Mrs. Wopp busied herself setting up the crokinole board. “Me and Par won’t play, jist the young folks,” she announced. “Hooray, Billy! Thirteen to-morrow! But this is the day we celebrate!”.
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Through the Stygian darkness of the loft loomed the figure of Mrs. Wopp, a white apron of huge dimensions indicating her presence. She made as though to descend the ladder. “For three days an’ three nights there was no sleep fer his eyes nor slumber fer his eyelets.” “‘One burnished sheet of living gold, “I think you’ve broke my neck, kid,” he said, feebly, as quaking Billy helped him to his feet..
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