“’Cause I love you, ’n’ I hope the edges’ll be all pink like my mornin’-glories.”,
“Do you know that piece of music called ‘The Rose of Larst Summer’?” inquired the musical connoisseur.,
“‘You bet’ isn’t nice,” the child chid gently, and waited a moment before continuing. “My papa won’t let my mama work. He went to South America to get rich. When he comes back, he wrote in a letter to me, I shall be as rich as a princess.”.
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