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“Singe my hair ef I do, let’s hev some more doin’s,” rebelled Moses. The green-eyed monster, always seeking prey, had at last found a victim, and proceeded in true green-eyed fashion to wage ruthless warfare. Presently the little Chinese boy returned, his grin resumed, and a large basket on his arm..
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Moses and Betty were left to mind house, the admonishings of Mrs. Wopp being seasoned with picturesque if carelessly applied texts. The envious might hurl hisses, but Moses and Betty were invulnerable to all such assaults upon their anticipations of the day’s freedom with its already planned joys.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
“Billy! My—boy!” Mrs. Bennett bent over him; and he felt a tear where her cheek touched his.
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What he saw there lent wings to his feet. “Do you need it right away?” Billy stood his wheel against the steps and flung his books on the porch table. They were a happy lot. Each held some high-sounding position, the name coined in Billy’s busy brain. His box of abused tools came forth; the much mended wheelbarrow, picks, shovels wobbly from use as well as abuse, improvised things that only an imagination as large as Billy’s could have named tools,—something for each one there. Al Newman arranged all the theatre parties for his wife and guests. He opened up the piano as he spoke and turned to the musician..
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