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“Billy, you’re a wise guy. This beats Maskey’s,” Harold declared. “What a funny word! What do you mean?” “Stop that there ‘Dead March of Saul,’ an’ go put on yer overalls,” ordered Mrs. Wopp, “what’s the idear of the gardenin’ tool, go git the littlest shovel to put inter the chimbly, an’ don’t let the grass grow under yer feet, neither.”.
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“I c’d eat a rhindoceros,” he confided to Clarence. This conversation took place in Billy’s shop, a room adjoining the wood-house and given over to his use. Nothing short of the world in the second verse of Genesis was equal to the chaos of that place. Every conceivable scrap and job lot of “truck” was there in a jumbled heap; and Billy was never happier than when mussing it over in search of “material”; in greasy overalls and crownless hat, whistling merrily, bringing forth to substance and form the inventions of his busy brain. “Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.” All were silent for a little. Most of them had been more than once to San Francisco’s celebrated dealer in sweets..
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