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Mrs. Mifsud who had listened to this recital with polite interest, now excused herself on the plea of urgent duties in the kitchen. “Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.” “Moses,” she directed, “git an empty apple-box fer the burnt orfferin’s.”.
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Moses began cutting make-believe tickets using the paper and scissors thrust into his hand by the capable manageress of the show. “So long as it isn’t you, Ladybird, it’s all right,” Billy consoled; “we can make more boats.” “I haf learn for gifing avay already, but I feel more as rich dan if they haf gif to me. How ist dat?” Max asked himself, not knowing, this little German lad so lately come to America, that he had discovered one of the profoundest secrets of the universe. Moses, who was still in the dark as to the exact character of the entertainment planned, was all eagerness to get preliminaries over..
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