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How the missionary box would jingle! How the heathen would sing for joy! While on the Wopp table carrot pudding could become a diurnal felicity! “Are your going to church?” she asked, disappointment drawing her lips to a tremulous curve. “You’d best go an’ take her hoss, Moses,” directed Mr. Wopp. Then raising his voice he called, “Go right on into the house, Mis’ Mifsud. Lize has jist gone in from the garden.”.
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Billy ran off full of vague expectation born of his mother’s smile. No one in all the country round, not even Harold Prettyman, whose father had the finest farm in Vine County, had such a splendid place to play as the Bennetts’ back lot that sloped down to Runa Creek. As Billy slammed the gate and bounded out on a huge boulder that hung over the creek, a sounding cheer greeted him from below.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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[32]“There are other things besides gems, little girl.” Mrs. Bennett smiled and began to clear the table.
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The “Lady of the Lake” was that moment deserted. “Sing something, Mar.” Betty’s plaintive voice broke the silence. CHAPTER XIV.—BETTY AMONG THE FLOWERS “You have, you have, dear baby! I’ll be your mother, and you can call me ‘mamma’ as Billy does.”.
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