“You’re the only girl I’m afraid of in that line. Isn’t that so, Pretty?”,
“Yes, Mosey, I jist want to go to my mornin’-glory garding to tell it good-night.” She rubbed her sleepy tear-stained eyes.,
[89]“Mother, do come and look at the procession,” Edith called cautiously from the trellises, where she was slyly watching..
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