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“The fairies might git cross,” countered Betty. “A girl under foot all the time,” Shifty complained. He had no sister. He was soon at the “lodge of ample size” made the week before, not of “strong logs” but of old fence-rails and willow twigs. He wondered if the girls would be able to imagine it a “lodge,” or if May Nell and Jean, who were to come a little later, could fix it according to the poem..
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His words had a new ring, and his mother was wise enough to respect the young independence in them. “What brought you to this decision, Billy?” “Surely; but—” Through the Stygian darkness of the loft loomed the figure of Mrs. Wopp, a white apron of huge dimensions indicating her presence. She made as though to descend the ladder. “You are not a baby, my son; you’ll soon be a man, and it’s time you did your own thinking. Don’t be late for dinner.”.
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