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“But, Mose, you shorely didn’t fergit a sorft answer turneth away wrarth?” “That boy’ll sartinly spill the tea,” prophecied Mrs. Wopp, with laughing pessimism. “Billy, ask Mr. Patton to let her come to your house! There aren’t any boys.” Jean’s voice trembled with eagerness..
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When the train snorted into the station the two were there, Billy with his loaf under his arm, his can dangling. Most of the arrivals were townsfolk home from visits to the stricken city; but a few, evidently strangers, descended and stood by themselves. “You can search me.” Billy was about to remark further, when a commotion arose among the school children just passing on their way home. ‘The antlered monarch of the waste “But she’s a girl.”.
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