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“By heck! Flash is all right.” “The Lord loveth a cheerful liver, Moses,” said his mother encouragingly, as she saw the growing acidity of the boy’s countenance. Mrs. Wopp had never forgotten a certain missionary service, during which she had studied a text in gold lettering of old English type on the wall. The uncertain light of stained glass falling on the last word had made it difficult to read. But at last realizing that a sound liver and cheerfulness are closely associated, she had seen no incongruity in her translation of the text. “All this turnin’ is good for the liver too you know,” she continued, as her son’s vinegary expression remained unaltered..
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“You can send some one after us, a man—not you, not either of you,” he called back over his shoulder, and was soon out of sight. Jenny, my own true loved one The Wopps, father and son, attacked the load of hay with such vigor that it was quickly disposed of. Just as the last forkful was being pitched over the corral fence, the boy looking up saw a vehicle approaching. “No matter, Billy. I think she was sent to us; and we shall find a way. Are the chickens fed?”.
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