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“Yes; but some one who could take care of himself. And you didn’t expect to open dressmaking parlors.” “Oh Miss Gordon,” cried Betty, her dark brown eyes sparkling with delight, “the flowers can talk to each other across them telfone wires, can’t they?” She stood at the end of the creaking wharf, and one little bare arm was lifted high. She held a small fruit jar filled with water and beet juice. It was awkward, but Billy had insisted on the fruit jar,—“So’s it will be sure to break; it’s the only kind of a bottle that always will break.”.
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"You make me afraid, doctor," she said, impetuously. "Your gaze is disagreeable to me."I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
CHAPTER XV AFTERNOON TEA
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“Did you see the fine bin of carrots, Mar?” inquired Betty. Late that night when Billy’s mother followed him to the Fo’castle, he asked, “Are you pleased with it, little mother?” The first act over, a troop of black-faced comedians occupied the stage. “Come here Betty, till I clean yer face. Where is that boy Moses? I know he had a hand in this. Drat him anyhow,” said the incensed Mrs. Wopp..
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