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May Nell looked at him a minute before speaking. “You like doing things, but you don’t like work. Isn’t work doing things?” “Who is going to auction the quilt when it is finished?” inquired Nell Gordon, appealing to her hostess as President of the Ladies’ Aid. “Elmo saw some gween and white faywies,” he fabricated, “and wanted Mudgie to see them too.”.
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“Yeh, Mar.” Nothing loth to keep the distance between himself and Nell at a minimum, Howard Eliot entered with zest into the boy’s plans. “No; I’ll do it first thing to-morrow.” He tried vainly to change the subject. “I—” “Oh, Mr. Sheriff, you won’t send me off now, will you, when the business is just beginning?”.
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