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“Now Mis’ Stephens, call the boys,” requested Mrs. Wopp who was the busiest of the group. “Tell us how you found him, Moses,” requested Nell Gordon, who was always interested in tales of knighthood. As the story became more intelligible to childish apprehension, several bright pairs of eyes rested on the teacher. “Then,” continued Mrs. Wopp, “the sailors carst lots to see who should be throwed orf the ship, an’ the lot fell on Joner.”.
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In the meantime Mr. Wopp sitting precariously on the edge of the sofa was examining for at least the two-hundredth time the red plush album which contained the records of the Wopp family, past and present, in picture form. He looked long and earnestly at a tin-type representing a plump, velvet-coated, mop-haired boy of twelve. He sighed deeply. “Wharfmaster, ahoy!” Billy hailed, as they came near the water’s edge. “Is all ship-shape?” “It looks jist as ef the sun had crept into that corner at larst,” she decided. “A whale is a fish bigger nor a house,” answered Pete, with ready assurance..
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