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The boy was very still for a little, but burst out presently: “I’m going to work, mother; as soon as school closes I’ll start.” Mr. Zalhambra’s gaze fell full on the girl and her color heightened under his ardent look. “There’s Mose allers ready fer a sitdown, a sort of kerlapsible verlise.”.
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St. Elmo willingly consented. His mind was still running on the wonderful story Betty had told him. Perhaps the fairies would show themselves now Betty had gone. A few moments before, Moses had thrown down his hoe and departed to the barn, so the little boy was quite alone. He stood eagerly watching the sunflower patch where the fairies had appeared on at least one occasion. She put back his tumbled hair, looked long into his eyes, realizing with a shock that she was looking up. Her little boy was gone. “O, Dadsie,” was the reply, “this is recital afternoon, you know.” “This is Evelyn Dorr, and Vilette, her sister,” Mrs. Bennett was saying..
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