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“But Mrs. Carter’ll expect—” Billy began, yet stopped, for the physician was laughing. “St. Elmo’s lost, Ma,” wailed Maria. “We can’t find him and he’s wandered down the creek.” As that long-suffering Mrs. Wopp wiped up the last traces of the chase she observed, “Moses’ footprints is twict as big as Betty’s, but hern is twict as many. They’ll shore git inter jist as much mischief, but Praise be! They’re both toein’ in the right d’rection.”.
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It was very solemn and impressive to have Father say all this about him, and a lump came in Johnny’s throat. Father paused and then continued, speaking more emphatically:I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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All this time they were striving as hard as they could to turn the boat toward shore. Johnny’s thoughts ran on:
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“I got an orful cold, goin’ in an’ out so orften,” he complained. “What else did they do ’sides dancing, Betty?” questioned St. Elmo. “Surveyors? What’s your scheme?” Jimmy was quickly interested. “Amen!”.
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