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CHAPTER XIII.—MOSES GAINS PRESTIGE. Mrs. Wopp was overcome with laughter at the bare memory of the picture her irate husband had presented. “I am wartchin’, Mar,” replied Moses, “But Josh ’pears to be worryin’ ’bout somethin’. He’s chewin’ his bit an’ breakin’ inter a run-like every minute.”.
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“I dassent do it, Betty,” replied Moses. “Anyhow this ole pair of scissors ’d do the job better.” “Are—are you hurt bad, Jimmy?” came in a quaking voice. “Oh, my conscience! That isn’t any matter. All the grandest actors have the dying parts; and they die gloriously; and the audience claps and claps and claps; and the curtain goes up, and they all come out alive again and bow and smile; and you eat some candy and don’t cry any more.” “Miss Gordon done it, I know,” whispered Betty, clasping and unclasping her hands, “she’s not a school-teacher at orl, she’s jist a fairy growed up, an’ Mar’s a fairy godmother!”.
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