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He laughed coarsely. “George Smith’s kid, all right. You’ve got the same high way with you.” The Queen of Sheba in gypsy dress, and her harum-scarum train buzzing with gossip and exclamation, flocked in. Bess looked magnificent in a mass of draperies that included every Oriental thing to be found in several families. “I suppose you have a large farm, Mr. Wopp,” said Nell Gordon..
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“What song would you like, Betty?” Edith worked very hard. She called her operetta “The Triumph of Flora.” The words were her own, written hurriedly and set to familiar though classic airs. Yet many of the daintiest, most tripping melodies she wrote herself. The sorrows of humanity had winged her brain and dipped her pen in harmonies, that she might assuage them. “Is theh faywies wound heah, Betty? Can they see us?” inquired the little boy in awe-struck tones. “Sure. All the kids. But Clarence especially,—he’s my son, you know.” Billy grinned..
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