Story Of Hercules 15 Lines Edition

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“Easy, mates. Kids, belay there, till we launch her!” This to the gaping youngsters always in the way.,“That’s Flash; he always works for his breakfast,” Billy pompously approved.,“What else did they do ’sides dancing, Betty?” questioned St. Elmo.,“She’s the swellest looking one in the whole school,” he whispered to his smiling mother.,“What song would you like, Betty?”,“Never mind Mosey, Next Monday I’m goin’ to ask Mar to let me stay home and turn the nasty mouldy machine.”,The work went on, each length at the first possible opportunity resuming its state of strict neutrality and refusing to be drawn into negotiations.,“An orful good-natured tied-in-at-the-waist critter, aint it?” commented Moses.,“Mudgie, Mudgie,” he shrieked.,“The strife is o’er, the battle done,” recommended Mrs. Wopp without hesitation. As Maria could not be persuaded to approach the organ the singing was lustily led by Mrs. Wopp and under her able leadership maintained the most vigorous proportions.,Jean’s face fell, and she didn’t look at Billy when she spoke. “My mother says I mustn’t wrestle any more.”,CHAPTER VI “THE TRIUMPH OF FLORA”.