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“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?” The amused laugh of Nell Gordon, who sat beside Mrs. Wopp, floated past the youthful pair in front and perhaps helped to embue Moses with the reckless spirit of Jehu. The boy secretly admired his teacher, though he had an idea he would soundly pummel any boy with sufficient temerity to accuse him of it. “There Nancy,” she whispered, “is a sunbeam for breakfast dipped in milk.”.
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He had not gone far when Moses caught up to him, “Please, Mister, here is three buttings orff yer vest, I guess.” His hilarity was not under strict control and again he broke into uproarious laughter. “There’s nary a piece left, that greedy boy et it orl up.” Howard Eliot guided his charges through the mazes of the city to a restaurant. Moses with the perennial appetite of fourteen ate silently and steadily, not omitting one item on the menu. He gorged. “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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