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“Giving music lessons isn’t work. I’d love to do that.” Yet before one could think, almost before the paper had time to burn, Jimmy sprang to her, seized her in his arms, tearing at the shrivelling paper, and jumped far out over the flaming boat into a deep pool. “You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?”.
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“Will you please play it fer us then, it is so touchin’. You will find the music on the organ.” The resourceful Betty was not to be undone by this embarrassing accident. She used the silk shawl to groom the ostrich and to mop the disfiguring stains from Moses’ face. The helmet was discarded and the aigret of red hair rose instantly undaunted, waving a lively accompaniment to the boy’s continued exertions to follow the pace set by Betty’s imagination. “He smiles sich a toothy grin,” commented Moses. The bun in question must have had great dynamic force, the tail of Jethro bearing evidence to the internal power generated..
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