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In the front seat of the Wallace school sat Mannel Rodd. Nell Gordon declared that he was the roundest object she had ever seen in human form. Though he had arrived at the mature age of five, he still retained that cherubic appearance which one sees in the paintings of old masters. His eyes were as round as the rather sparsely-located buttons on his shirt. His nose was a small round knob. When he opened his little round mouth to lubricate a squeaky slate pencil or perhaps to enunciate some such interesting statement as this, “The cat is on the mat,” he disclosed a row of pearly little teeth. Indeed his whole face would have been as round as the moon, were it not that his chin took an unexpected little saucer-like curve in the very middle of it.,

“That boy’ll sartinly spill the tea,” prophecied Mrs. Wopp, with laughing pessimism.,

All were silent for a little. Most of them had been more than once to San Francisco’s celebrated dealer in sweets.

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“Mosey, ef I darn yer socks fer a month would you let me hev’ two bits?”,

“Never mind the floors, Billy. You’ve worked hard already; run off and have a good time.”,

“I am not going to let you see any more compositions,” exclaimed Nell, “You are just making fun of my poor children.”,

“Aint it amazin’ how hungry one gits,” hoarsely remarked Mr. Wopp who had not spoken for some time owing to close application to the task in hand. “Lize, I want a piece of that punkin pie of yourn.” Here he caressed the bulging buttons on his waistcoat. “My mouth’s waterin’ fer it an’ I b’lieve I hev room.”