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“Jevver see sich a useless boy? Been learnin’ spellin’s orl day, I ’xpect.” “Oh yes,” said Betty solemnly, “they tell me orl their secrets. They call me their Mornin-Glory Girl.” As she spoke she leaned over to touch with her slender, brown fingers one of the pure, white bells. “I like ‘Ladybird,’ but not ‘bully,’” the little girl returned shyly..
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“Here’s Mis’ Mifsud an’ St. Elmo comin’ in the buckboard,” he announced. “The p’licemen do hev a fine look,” agreed Mrs. Wopp. “Fine feathers causes fine birds. Sometimes when the feathers is taken orff there aint nothin’ much left. That Plymouth Rock hen I plucked yesterday looked good walkin’ round the yard, but, Lan’ Sakes! when I’d plucked her she was nothin’ but skin an’ bones.” The good lady had no desire to underrate that useful body of men, the guardians of the law, but she considered it wise to exercise a constantly restraining influence on the vanities of youth. “They’d look purtier, Glory, ef you’d put more colors in,” commented Mrs. Wopp. Here Mrs. Wopp related for the hundredth time the account of the ketchup disaster..
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