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“It’s my doin’s, Mar,” said Betty, “I made it orl up outer my head.” “Doubtless it is incorporated in the language of some foreign people,” conceded Mrs. Mifsud, languidly. “Said so, but they’re late. We’ve got an addition, the little earthquake girl.” This last was a sibilant aside..
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The little girl forgot herself in watching them, till Billy came in, smart and almost handsome in his best suit. “Yeh, we went to the shootin’ gallery, an’ the amuseum, an’ got inter a little square cage an’ shot away up to the top of an orful high buildin’ an’ got a sparrer’s eye view of the city.” “Oh, Betty,” he begged, “Pease dive me some.” This conversation took place in Billy’s shop, a room adjoining the wood-house and given over to his use. Nothing short of the world in the second verse of Genesis was equal to the chaos of that place. Every conceivable scrap and job lot of “truck” was there in a jumbled heap; and Billy was never happier than when mussing it over in search of “material”; in greasy overalls and crownless hat, whistling merrily, bringing forth to substance and form the inventions of his busy brain..
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