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“Say, it’s a donation party, isn’t it?” Billy did not see Harold wink at the twins, but picked up his mower and started across the lawn at a trot. As Moses clattered down stairs, Mrs. Wopp continued, “There is shore a thunderstorm comin’ up to-night. ’Pears to me I heerd like a roll of drums.” “White eyebrows child! What are you talkin’ about? Yer eyebrows are blacker nor that stove.”.
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He watched the three drive away, the brother holding the reins in his left hand; the other he did not attempt to lift; and Billy’s heart thumped faster as fear grew to a certainty. He brushed himself weakly, turning his back as a surrey-load of people passed. Though these and similar remarks seemed rather personal no resentment was felt by anybody. “And there are many times when the duty itself is disagreeable, yet doing it brings a finer joy than shirking it ever could bring.” “Well, Moses,” queried his genial host at the supper table, “did the skating go pretty good to-day?”.
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