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“That boy’ll sartinly spill the tea,” prophecied Mrs. Wopp, with laughing pessimism. “Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled. “Why, Billy, what has happened to make you think so?”.
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Services were over before she found time to be lonely. Dinner passed happily. The cats stayed quietly in their chair till dessert, when they came, one on either side of Edith, and stood with their forepaws on the table, their heads and shoulders above it. “And Flash mewed just once, very softly. He couldn’t see the tramp cat, for the big oak tree hid him. But the second Tom answered his mew, Flash flew like a lightning streak, around the tree and up to that old, stealing feline cat. And he ran— O Billy, you’d have laughed an ache in your side if you could have seen him run,—over the fence, he ran again, across the street, down the sidewalk,—he never stopped till he came to the tip top of Mr. Potter’s big locust tree.” “Jethro barks with his mouth an’ smiles with his tail,” said Betty. Still no St. Elmo. They proceeded a considerable distance down the creek..
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