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“Glory be! It’s pulled apart at the other end!” ejaculated the perspiring assistant. “Billy! I’ll tell you what let’s do; we’ll make a circus ourselves!” “Don’t Job look jist like Mariar Mifsud goin’ to meetin’,” gurgled Betty..
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“No quarreling now. Come, Clarence, do as your mother asks.” “Well, now, is that so? It sounds to me like a furrin word,” returned Mrs. Wopp, who admired Mrs. Mifsud’s polished utterances, while by no means undervaluing her own rhetorical gifts. “Thank you Mr. Newman, you’re a prince.” Her breakfast finished, Betty sought the company of Moses, who was in a small shed adjoining the kitchen. He was piling some fire-wood he had carried in from the yard..
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