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“Now Mis’ Stephens, call the boys,” requested Mrs. Wopp who was the busiest of the group. “Come here Betty, till I clean yer face. Where is that boy Moses? I know he had a hand in this. Drat him anyhow,” said the incensed Mrs. Wopp. The chinking began in earnest. Moses stood, turning till each freckle on his ruddy face shone with honest sweat..
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“Not yet, but they must all go to-night.” “Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp. “Oh!” interposed Betty, “but they didn’t throw a sorft stone. I don’t b’lieve in sorft answers no more.” Mrs. Wopp rose from her chair and seating herself on the sofa beside her husband took his thin hand in her substantial one, squeezing it openly..
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