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“Billy, I don’t like the look of your eyes; you’re reading too much at night,” his mother said one evening when he was helping with the dishes. “You must go to bed earlier.” “To the park!” Billy shouted, his heart thumping with joy. “There Nancy,” she whispered, “is a sunbeam for breakfast dipped in milk.”.
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The broad shaft of sunlight that flooded the dining-room where Nell Gordon sat was suddenly darkened. Looking up she saw the tall straight figure of Howard Eliot at the doorway. 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. The “Lady of the Lake” was that moment deserted. “Oh, she’ll eat when she gets hungry, never fear.”.
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