Presently, Moses made for the yard and on his way, offered tribute to Betty by standing on his head on the mat at the door.
Wild Pistolero, “O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek.
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Wild Pistolero But May Nell recovered almost before Mrs. Bennett had time to lift her. “I often do—do—faint,” she apologized, “it isn’t—isn’t ’t all dangerous.” She smiled at Mrs. Bennett, and the smile, the sweet, pale little face with her hair a shining golden halo around it, made of her an ethereal being almost unreal to the awestricken children. Yet she was soon merry again, apparently as well as ever..
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