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“This aint got poultry in it nor moosic nor nothin’,” complained one small youth. Moses made several further attempts to comply with the modest request of his teacher and at last each child held in grubby hands a book of quaint verses glorified by the tonic sol fah. “This is a lyre, very old,” said Mr. Crump, handling an ancient instrument tenderly. Moses looked up suddenly, he hoped nothing he had said called forth the remark. “I did hunt the aigs,” lied the unhappy Moses who was afraid he was going to miss something..
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Presently Clarence caught up to him and bore him down a side street lest further attempts at apology should cause him to again accost the irate stranger. [89]“Mother, do come and look at the procession,” Edith called cautiously from the trellises, where she was slyly watching. As the story became more intelligible to childish apprehension, several bright pairs of eyes rested on the teacher. “Then,” continued Mrs. Wopp, “the sailors carst lots to see who should be throwed orf the ship, an’ the lot fell on Joner.” They all went off, a merry, noisy troop. And the disappearing sun was the last to say to Billy “Good-night.”.
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