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cash box with lock popular among Asian betting circles, attracts players thanks to its professionalism and reliability. ⭐️ “I’d love to, Billy,” Mrs. Lancaster whispered; “I’ve never liked being grown up.”,“Betty, play us a toon,” requested Mr. Wopp who was very fond of music.,“All right Lize, I’ll jist make a note of that.”,“Them critters has swore more than I ever heerd sence the ketchup bottle fomented an’ bust an’ splashed orl over Par’s shirt an’ trickled down his pants.”,“Just to think I’ve got to heat up more water and fill this tank again for a good-for-nothing urchin like you! Begorra! It’s worth it though to see you get a good ducking!”，“Train? Is she going away?” The small girl’s face grew sorrowful.，“Go and bring him now, so you can renovate his appearance before supper,” directed the mother.，“Orl right, Mar,” answered Moses, dutifully, his mouth watering in anticipation of the goodies in prospect.Then Moses commenced. He ran up and down a chromatic scale of puffs and groans and sniffles, ending with a cadence that sounded like, “Gosh dern!”

The strains of “Red Wing” having died away, Mrs. Wopp busied herself setting up the crokinole board. “Me and Par won’t play, jist the young folks,” she announced.,“Peter Stolway, may I arsk you to tell out loud what you was whisperin’?”,“What a funny word! What do you mean?”,It was apparent to the most casual observer that Mannel’s whole wardrobe consisted of one grey shirt, one pair of faded blue overalls and a pair of braces. To the uninitiated his occasional absences from school for an entire day would have seemed most mysterious. Leading questions as to the cause having been put to other members of the family who were present elicited only a reluctant reply that Mannel was not ill. Further than this they would not go. At last even on the most obtuse one, light would dawn. Mannel was being laundered.,“Last November.”,“I’ll mow in the morning. Let me stay and visit Pretty—Harold, I mean—till sundown; can’t I, mamma?” He patted her cheek with a vigor that made her wink. “You know you can’t refuse your darling boy,” he wheedled.,Billy ducked his head into the cooling water, filled his mouth, and ran on. He could hear the painful breathing of the prisoners bearing the chest. It looked heavy, and he knew it was hard to carry, walking single file down the steep trail. How awfully they must feel, Billy thought. It was like the children in the fiery furnace. Did the men see that this was a tragic beginning of the just penalty for their sins? Cheats! Robbers! No, not robbers, boldly[221] risking life for booty, but cunning thieves, stealing from their fellow men, from widows, orphans, perhaps from his own mother; she had taken a counterfeit piece only a little while before.,The door opened on a smiling little face, though she tried to keep in the shadow. Still when Billy kissed his mother good-night, caught his sister in his arms and raced up and down with her, singing extravagantly a snatch from some opera, May Nell hid her face and cried again.,“I’ll make a note of that, Lize.”,Nell’s answer was somehow strangely muffled.,“All this turnin’ is good for the liver too you know,” she continued, as her son’s vinegary expression remained unaltered.,“Yes, I could eat a graven image.”.