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“Why, I wonder? She used to watch us at it and laugh.” Edith worked very hard. She called her operetta “The Triumph of Flora.” The words were her own, written hurriedly and set to familiar though classic airs. Yet many of the daintiest, most tripping melodies she wrote herself. The sorrows of humanity had winged her brain and dipped her pen in harmonies, that she might assuage them. “Your nose is out of joint, Edith! I’ve got a new sister.” But his eyes belied his blunt words..
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“Oh, Mosey, she un’erstan’s everything, she’s jist wonderful.” Betty’s voice was positive. “Your nose is out of joint, Edith! I’ve got a new sister.” But his eyes belied his blunt words. The solid rock of the mountain had been cut away from the rear of the house to form a natural, paved court. At the top was a small chicken coop, its wall flush with the wall of rock; and near it grew an oak sapling not larger than Billy’s arm. A shiver chased up and down Billy’s spine. He knew the Sheriff by sight only; and he was so inseparable from the handcuffs the boy had seen protruding from a pocket, that Billy felt it would “almost fasten suspicion on a fellow just to be seen speaking to the officer.”.
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