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“Here, slow-pokes, drop yer carrots in this here bin.” He indicated an empty oat-bin. CHAPTER VII.—THE LITTLE CHURCH IN THE COULEE. Down the road came a democrat. In the front seat sat Mr. and Mrs. Wopp resplendent in Sunday attire and both wearing bouquets of bright nasturtiums. Behind them sat Moses and Betty also dressed in their best. Moses was cogitating, “Its a blessin’ Betty’s eyebrows hev growed out. She cut an orful figger without them.” Keeping pace with the democrat; but roving here and there in search of gophers ran Jethro enjoying himself mightily..
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Betty’s tears by now were flowing too fast for her to make an answer. She picked up the whimpering dog and proceeded to carry him home. From time to time Moses stroked the quivering head and murmured low phrases of comfort.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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“Sure. All the kids. But Clarence especially,—he’s my son, you know.” Billy grinned.
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“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?” “Golly! Wish’t I had time to stay an’ watch. But I won’t, Betsey; I’ll go right now.” “Wot fer? You girls is alius thinkin’ o’ money.” Moses clinked the nickels in his pocket with the air of a Vanderfeller. Betty’s voice became wheedling. Mrs. Bennett rose and tucked him in snugly. “Let us drop it till school closes, Billy. Then we’ll talk it over.”.
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