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CHAPTER IV.—WASH-DAY AT MRS. WOPP’S. “S’tup,” he commanded. Jethro immediately sat up on his hind legs. “Why doesn’t the Gang come, mamma?” he asked, returning the kiss he knew was one ahead for his natal day..
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As the evening wore on Mrs. Wopp, Mrs. Stephens and a few other ladies adjourned to a box stall where the refreshments were stored. Pleased with the prospect of dispensing lavish hospitality from the combined larders of the neighborhood, Mrs. Wopp’s face radiated cheerfulness. “Oh, please, mister, sir, don’t hurt Bouncer. I’d rather you’d hit me. He’s the best dog ever lived, and I won’t let you hurt him.” Her courage grew as she spoke, and he stopped his search and glanced her way. She looked up, bravely pleading for the dog she hugged harder. “Moses,” she directed, “git an empty apple-box fer the burnt orfferin’s.” Viewing the upturned swill-pail, she suddenly became cynical..
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