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“He’s been pushin’ up the daisies fer thirty years, I ain’t goin’ to warble to please no tombstun.” Moses swung a ponderous foot to give emphasis to his decision. “You keep still, Betsey! I’m going to watch!” he exclaimed, as if some one had spoken. “How in the name of orl the aporstles did that hen git in there?” questioned Mrs. Wopp..
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“Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.” “No, no! Don’t, mother! I’ll run away! I’ll—” He groaned and left his sentence unfinished. “You look like some kind-faced happygo-lucky cow, chewin’ her cud,” teased Mrs. Wopp, standing at the parlor door and noting the reminiscent moving of her son’s jaws. “O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek..
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