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“Doubtless it is incorporated in the language of some foreign people,” conceded Mrs. Mifsud, languidly. “She’s there, old dog!” Billy caught Bouncer’s nose tight in his hand to prevent a repetition; and at that instant May Nell herself appeared at the window! “Smile, Moses, dern yer empty corn-cob face! Smile!” shouted one..
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“Don’t Job look jist like Mariar Mifsud goin’ to meetin’,” gurgled Betty. “Are you hurt?” Billy spelled with the hand alphabet every boy and girl knows. The frenzied cries of the child were distinctly audible in the kitchen where sat Mrs. Mifsud and Mrs. Wopp, the latter busily engaged in mending a pile of socks. Both ladies sprang to their feet and hurried through the open door towards the garden, Mrs. Wopp still wearing a half-darned sock on her left hand and scattering others as she ran. They were followed by Betty, who had been filling her watering-can from the rain-barrel and had also heard the cries of the frightened child. “Ay, ay, sir,” came this time from two boys who had charge of some logs lashed together and crossed and recrossed by a hash-like lot of refuse lumber, and moored with a dog chain..
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