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“To the park!” Billy shouted, his heart thumping with joy. “Aw Mosey,” cried Betty, “give it to him in two pieces an’ make him twict as happy.” Betty was thoroughly engrossed in her subject. Her story was entirely of birds and flowers and fairies. True, the pictures did not realize in their movements the lightning-like rapidity of “really truly” moving pictures, but they moved as fast as the young eyes that followed them could wish..
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Finally, Ebenezer Wopp’s musings, which had been gathering force as he worked, burst into speech. For a quiet man he became almost oratorical. Then he fell to soliloquizing audibly.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
St. Elmo hung back, electing to stay with the hero who had rescued him from the dangers of the wood.
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All his treasures, pictures, marbles, mineral specimens, what not, were displayed and explained. And finally came the books, when Billy discovered that she knew most of his favorites, loved them as he did, and could introduce him to new ones that promised delight. “That’s Flash; he always works for his breakfast,” Billy pompously approved. “Good-by Dad and Mar and Mosey,” called Betty as she sped down the path toward the school-house. “He smiles sich a toothy grin,” commented Moses..
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