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“Oh, yes; yes, there is, Billy.” May Nell lifted a teary face. “Five children! If it had been two, or perhaps I could possibly bring up three; but f-five, o-o-oh!” she wailed again, heedless of the laughter around her. CHAPTER VIII.—BETTY VISITS THE CITY OF HER DREAMS. “Never mind grammar, or spelling, whichever it is; what did Flash do?”.
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There were those who said she clung to him because of his wonderful likeness to the picture of his grandfather in the south gallery, Sir Launcelot by name, who in choicest ruffles and most elaborate queue, smiled gayly down upon the passers-by.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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"Very good," says Mona, indifferently, after which the woman, having straightened a cushion or two, takes her departure.
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“It’s my doin’s, Mar,” said Betty, “I made it orl up outer my head.” “How nice, Betty,” answered Nell, who had threaded her needle and was now prepared to join those already busily stitching away. “You and I will travel down the ages side by side.” Her questions brought long and wonderful tales of Billy’s younger life; of Edith when she, too, was a little girl. The child helped to set the table, carried in bread, salad plates, and jelly. “It shakes like the fat woman at the circus when she laughed. How do you make jelly?” “Swing with Captain Jinks, swing with the horse that ate the beans, swing with the girl with the great big feet.”.
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