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“I must of looked like that Lize or the picter couldn’t of been took.” Ruefully he rubbed his bald crown. “Mar,” he demanded hastily, “more marshed turnips, please.” “And I’m always going to be your little girl, too,” the child pleaded; “so Billy must be my papa’s little boy.”.
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“Of course I am,” he replied promptly, with a squeeze of her hand that made her wince. “At first I was scared; I thought you must be a fairy.” “Oh Mosey,” cried Betty at the breakfast table, being first on the scene to arrange her flowers, “we’ll hev a spellin’ match to-day I bet.” “My mama doesn’t believe in public school,” she had announced that first Monday morning; but had gone obediently when Mrs. Bennett decided it best. And the new life, the stimulation of study, the competition in class, her knowledge of books, and the prestige of her story,—these made school a delight, brought a happy light to her eye, a tinge of color to her too fair cheek. WELL, what do you want to play?” Billy asked, after the hubbub had a little subsided..
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