ProBoat Blackjack 42

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“I am not going to let you see any more compositions,” exclaimed Nell, “You are just making fun of my poor children.”,“Last November,” piped Evelyn.,She glanced down the road, and swiftly around. Not a soul in sight. Obedience was inevitable.,The solid rock of the mountain had been cut away from the rear of the house to form a natural, paved court. At the top was a small chicken coop, its wall flush with the wall of rock; and near it grew an oak sapling not larger than Billy’s arm.,“Poor little Billy! You’ve had a hard night of it.”,All were silent for a little. Most of them had been more than once to San Francisco’s celebrated dealer in sweets.,“My religion’s purty well wartered now, I guess,” said Moses, sheepishly, to Clarence, who met him at the end of the fateful corridor. That youth had followed his country friend from the Sunday-school hall, but not in time to direct his erring steps.,“An orful good-natured tied-in-at-the-waist critter, aint it?” commented Moses.,WELL, what do you want to play?” Billy asked, after the hubbub had a little subsided.,“It looks jist as ef the sun had crept into that corner at larst,” she decided.,In a cage of wire netting bearing the legend, “The Roc—The Egg,” the uncomfortable gander swayed and craned his neck; and all but his voice was satisfactory. In the bottom of the cage a whitewashed stone the size of a small pumpkin did duty as the egg.,At this moment the dining-room door opened and the daughter of the house entered the room..