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"Well," said Jen, after a pause, "that is not improbable. But the perfume?",But I blame the people you have fallen among,—not you.","But supposin' ol' Scroggie's lost will comes to light?",Judith swept her adoring gaze from the Victory to her sister's face.,The chorus swelled, with Griffin's thrilling treble soaring high and clear:,"Alone," said Maurice, significantly.,Jerry King!,“Peter Stolway, may I arsk you to tell out loud what you was whisperin’?”,"To the old fort?" asks Mona, starting to her feet.,"No, I ain't got time. I got t' fry some more eggs an' ham. Go 'long in to your breakfast, an' see you keep your mouth shut durin' the meal. An' look here," she admonished, "if I ketch you apullin' the cat's tail durin' after-breakfast prayers I'll wollop you till you can't stand.","Well, well, dearie, I don't know about that," said Aunt Bettie as she fanned and rocked her great, big, darling, fat self in the strong rocking-chair I always kept for her. "Alfred is not old enough to have proved himself entirely, and from what I hear——" she paused with the big hearty smile that she always wears when she begins to tease or match-make, and she does them both most of her time.,Johnny Blossom hastened to get Mother’s sharpest scissors—the big shiny ones—for he intended to cut some long strips of stout cloth to tie the goat’s legs with. Johnny cut and cut. Suddenly the big blades slipped, caught Johnny’s little finger, and before he knew it, had cut the tip of it clean off! It hurt awfully—oh, well—not so terribly after all; but my, oh, my! how it bled! Johnny Blossom bound his not over-clean handkerchief around it, but still the blood came. Now it was all over his trousers. Perhaps he had better hide until it stopped..