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“No ‘chase’ to-day, girls. I’ve got business in town.” “It’s my fault, too, Mrs. Bennett; don’t put the blame all on Billy,” Jean half sobbed; and hurried after him. “Whose Jethro?”.
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“Put a crown of pickled olerves on me,” demanded Moses, “me ’n Jethro beat.” He stood before his sister mopping his face. The express waggon with a wheel off was overturned and a frightened. “Cheep, cheep, cheep” came from beneath it. “Bear up aft there!” Billy commanded; and “Ay, ay, sir,” came back in equally nautical language. 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. “Their knifes bin too dull, and she must quick be done,” Max apologized to Billy on his inspection trips..
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