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"Ouch!" she cried reproachfully. "That's not fair. You bit.",She emerged from the house her hair coiled on the top of her head and decorated with a strip of shining silver from an empty biscuit tin. Thus had she seen a circus lady dressed on one never-to-be-forgotten day. Around her small body was draped a yellow silk shawl of Mrs. Wopps. Her feet were encased in a pair of Ebenezer Wopp’s reddest socks, bound on by bright green ribbon ripped from her winter hat. From her fair hair floated a white aigret made of chicken feathers hastily wired together. Moses needed no aigret as a strand of red hair stood upright from the crown of his head.,“Dad! Dad! But I’m glad to see you!” he cried.,“No; will you tell me?”,The crow lifted the other foot and with much fluttering and complaining managed to get all the way around.,"You seem to take my success in this case as a certainty," he says, with a frown. "I may fail.",In those days the people used to make holes in the walls of the fence about the enclosure into which they led the buffalo. They set snares over these holes, and when wolves and other animals crept through them so as to get into the pen and feed on the meat they were caught by the neck and killed, and the people used their skins for clothing.,"Yes; but she did not know what she was doing!",The great dog rose and came slowly across to him. "Good boy!" Billy slapped him roughly on the shoulder, and he whined.,"I daresay it can be," said Isabella, quietly. "Come up to the house, major, and speak to Dido. I feel sure she can explain.",“To be shore you kin,” was the reply, “but don’t hurry too much an’ smarsh the crockery.”,“What do you say?” asked Madame Bakke..