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Mrs. Wopp lurched heavily in her endeavor to calm the tumult of excited voices. Quiet was at length restored after several pupils had given thrilling accounts of catastrophes caused by windstorms.,"Then I can only say I pity you," says Miss Mansergh, leaning back in her chair, with the air of one who would say, "Argument here is in vain.",“What is that?” Bob asked.,"Well, by ding! I don't know but what I do mind. What if you should take a notion, some day, to carve up the side of this buildin', hey?",“Well, but I want some,” answered Tellef from the tree.,"Why, sure we was, but we were stuck tight. You might have passed us, easy enough.","I am afraid you are right," says Mona. "Oh, why did you come over at all?",It seemed to him that his voice made no sound; that May Nell never ran so slowly; that the travellers would surely not hear him, not stop. How could they hear in all the noise?,CHAPTER XII.—THE AUTOGRAPH QUILT.,Should the Wolf choose to eat up a few.,“Here, you poor darling, take mine! And don’t be afraid—you’ll find your mother before long.” Edith’s words were brave, but her own eyes were moist.,"He will," cried Billy, "I know he will.".