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“And there are several weeks more of vacation,” sighed Mother.,"And the young king of the Black Isles and his wife!" cried Patricia, giggling. "That's Jeffries, the modeling-room pet, and Miss Green. She'll exercise the black art in earnest. Did you ever see such paralyzing expressions as she can call up! That pastry cook is Peacock, the assistant in the antique. I know him by his red hair.","Right ahead, sir.",MASTER CAT;OR,PUSS IN BOOTS,“Where is the dern dog hurt?” commiserated Moses.,Maurice sat down weakly on a block and wiped his face on his sleeve.,Johnny kept on hopping. “Yes, you’ll see everything, everything!”,“I beat, too! My, what a thrashing I gave him! Now they’ll know I am the strongest. I’d rather be strong than anything else.”,"What is to be done? What is to be done?" cried Miss Acton.,Battersea drew back and began to whimper again.,“Can he mean ‘prodigy,’ do you think, May Nell?” Edith’s eyes were mischievous.,"She's rattled for fear she won't take the prize as usual," she said, gayly. "I bet she opens her eyes when she sees yours, Norn. Hers may be lots better done, but it simply can't be as lovely and as different.".