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“So long as it isn’t you, Ladybird, it’s all right,” Billy consoled; “we can make more boats.” CHAPTER XV.—MERRY-MAKING IN THE HAY-LOFT. “‘Mosey’? Does that mean ‘little Moses’?”.
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“Jethro,” she whispered in the ear of her playmate, “I hated jist orful to-day, an’ I didn’t hev a cheerful liver. Let’s pray together if the Lord will fergive all of us, me an’ those hateful boys, too.” Mrs. Wopp leaning towards a lady on her right inquired, “Do you know Mis’ Stephens, why Joe Avery is not dancin’ this evenin’. Ever sence we come into this here barn he has never moved from his seat.” “Wotcher want, Nosey?” Billy knew that the man was going to the spring for water; knew where it was hidden, far in the woods, big and round, deep and clear! It was more than a hundred yards away at least. He waited and listened till the noise of snapping twigs was hushed, then crept down and peered into the hut. The place was so small there was no need of entering; he could see all the interior from the sill..
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