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“Did you see the fine bin of carrots, Mar?” inquired Betty. At last she looked up and pointed a startling finger at May Nell. “Mary Ellen Smith, my familiars, who guard the portals of futurity, declare that you shall be the first honored. Minions, depart! Slaves, guard the door!” “What is Betty like?”.
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"How I wish it didn't!" says Mona, with a sigh.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
"How I wish it didn't!" says Mona, with a sigh.
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“Good-by Dad and Mar and Mosey,” called Betty as she sped down the path toward the school-house. Late that night when Billy’s mother followed him to the Fo’castle, he asked, “Are you pleased with it, little mother?” To-day she was happy. It had fallen to her to general this great feast that Billy’s mates had planned for the celebration of his birthday. All had contributed. Not only the girls had cooked—Jean had baked a big cake, Jackson had made the candy, and Jimmy and George had sneaked up from the “Front,” and set up the long table in the arbor. “Let me go, please!” he pleaded. “There’s a little girl, our refugee, over there, fainted, I think, perhaps—dead.”.
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