The strains of “Red Wing” having died away, Mrs. Wopp busied herself setting up the crokinole board. “Me and Par won’t play, jist the young folks,” she announced.,
They looked at her a minute, dropped reluctantly to the floor, and retired.,
“What’s the Golden Text, Norer?”.
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