“That boy’ll sartinly spill the tea,” prophecied Mrs. Wopp, with laughing pessimism.,
[89]“Mother, do come and look at the procession,” Edith called cautiously from the trellises, where she was slyly watching.,
“Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.”.
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