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“Well, time is near up younguns; has any one a question to arsk?” “Well, the lack of Buzz shall not damage your show; I’ll go,” Mrs. Lancaster yielded. What he saw there lent wings to his feet..
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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. “Your nose is out of joint, Edith! I’ve got a new sister.” But his eyes belied his blunt words. Nell’s mirth at Betty’s choice of a hymn could be stifled no longer. Howard’s studied aloofness yielded before her laughter and the hand that was not supporting Betty caught and pressed the small dimpled fingers of Nell. “Are you hungry, Isobel?” questioned her mother..
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