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“Why doesn’t your mama have a man to take care of the grounds?” she questioned after she had told him something of her parents and home. “I reckon Joner hadn’t any too much light,” opined Mrs. Wopp. This small boy seemed to accept the limitations of his lot with a Micawber-like philosophy. Indeed it may easily have escaped his youthful notice, that there were persons in the world who did not have to spend a day in bed while their clothing was being washed. To Mannel a second set of garments, even of so simple a character as those he constantly wore, would have seemed untold wealth..
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🌿 Green Three Leaves The Essence of WellnessI tried logging in using my phone number and I
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get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
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In the front seat of the Wallace school sat Mannel Rodd. Nell Gordon declared that he was the roundest object she had ever seen in human form. Though he had arrived at the mature age of five, he still retained that cherubic appearance which one sees in the paintings of old masters. His eyes were as round as the rather sparsely-located buttons on his shirt. His nose was a small round knob. When he opened his little round mouth to lubricate a squeaky slate pencil or perhaps to enunciate some such interesting statement as this, “The cat is on the mat,” he disclosed a row of pearly little teeth. Indeed his whole face would have been as round as the moon, were it not that his chin took an unexpected little saucer-like curve in the very middle of it. “Awfully hard, Billy. Some of them had ‘grief swimming in their eyes.’” As he reached for his cap a door opposite the one through which he had passed opened, and the grey head of the sexton appeared. “Well, he ain’t dead; he’s alive and bully, with a wad that bulges. I’m going to take you to him.”.
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