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CHAPTER XVII.—A SAMPLE OF EBENEZER WOPP’S IRE. Here Mrs. Wopp related for the hundredth time the account of the ketchup disaster. “You know she never does nothin’ to us really, Moses, no matter how she jaws. Come on, you clipped yer pony so lovely an’ evenlike. The horse-clippers is bangin’ on the wall behind you.”.
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“When I do my dishes, Mar, can I work in the garding, too?” inquired Betty. They will when I am bigger.” Mrs. Bennett was setting the table. She put down a pile of plates, and a new anxiety came into her careworn face. “A child? I told Mr. Patton I couldn’t take one.” 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..
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