The travellers passed on; he righted his wheel and began his slow, painful way home. It was still cloudy and the welcome darkness setting in early, shrouded him as he slipped down the least public streets and alleys to his own side gate. He put his wheel away, fed his chickens,—though they had gone to roost,—went to the cellar and brought meat and milk for dog and cats, and reconnoitred the way to the Fo’castle.
29-tarikh-ke-lottery-sambad, “Here Mosey,” said Betty, “is a tin crown. You can fasten it on with this wire. See?”
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29-tarikh-ke-lottery-sambad “Good-by Dad and Mar and Mosey,” called Betty as she sped down the path toward the school-house..
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