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“Oh, oh! It ran—across my—foot!” she gasped, and fell over. That night when Mrs. Bennett went into the Fo’castle there was an unusual note in Billy’s voice. “When Moses is growed up, Mar, I think it ’ud be jist lovely fer him to be in the Mounted P’lice. He’s so clever at findin’ things an’ he’d look jist grand in the clothes,” enthused Betty..
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Betty’s tears by now were flowing too fast for her to make an answer. She picked up the whimpering dog and proceeded to carry him home. From time to time Moses stroked the quivering head and murmured low phrases of comfort. Directly the invalid’s querulous demand for the rancher was made, Moses started off to fetch him. The strains of “Red Wing” having died away, Mrs. Wopp busied herself setting up the crokinole board. “Me and Par won’t play, jist the young folks,” she announced. “Yes. And the fire worse. Why can’t you have a refugee?”.
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