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“Pretty; and Charley will be Douglas, and—” Moses’ teeth chattered. It was not cold, but wash-day meant to the unhappy boy a dismal round of duties. “Alone?”.
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“That boy’ll sartinly spill the tea,” prophecied Mrs. Wopp, with laughing pessimism. To-day his mother’s words had left a pang. He would soon be a man and have to “think for himself.” Yes, and work, too. “Gee whiz! It’ll be tough not to play any more,” he exclaimed under his breath as he bowled along the tree-lined road that led to the Prettyman farm. Baffled, yet knowing he had expected it, he ran this way and that, peering round each corner, scanning the bare, high walls to see if by chance some window had been left unbarred. Not one less than a dozen feet from the ground! He ran back to the door, was almost tempted to shake it, yet knew that would be a foolish trick; some one might be within guarding May Nell; might at the first noise still more securely hide her,—they said there were fearfully deep and dark cellars under that house! She might come to—to some dreadful harm! CHAPTER VIII ON STORMY SEAS.
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