“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled.,
Evelyn relieved of her fear of the tottering kettle, roused to her charge. “Go ’way, Billy! Thank you, Billy. You mustn’t stay here! They’ll scold me. They said for me not to let you come; an’—”,
“Did you hev a good time in the city larst week, Mis’ Mifsud?” asked Mrs. Wopp, politely..
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