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“Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.” As the story became more intelligible to childish apprehension, several bright pairs of eyes rested on the teacher. “Then,” continued Mrs. Wopp, “the sailors carst lots to see who should be throwed orf the ship, an’ the lot fell on Joner.” “How in the name of orl the aporstles did that hen git in there?” questioned Mrs. Wopp. “Go and bring him now, so you can renovate his appearance before supper,” directed the mother..