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“Anything else you can do better than a girl?” she jeered, good-naturedly. “Please, Mith Wopp, the latht windthorm upthet our hen-houth.” “You keep still, Betsey! I’m going to watch!” he exclaimed, as if some one had spoken..
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The unstinted praise of the children in the operetta, the aftermath of buzz about the “show” at school,—this excitement lasted for a day or so; but on this lowering Sunday tired nature put in a claim for her own; and relaxed nerves were irritably near the surface. “The darned old robber!” Billy started up and walked restlessly toward the door. “You bet!” Pretty endorsed, inelegantly. His fork having safely landed its cargo, Mr. Wopp laid it carefully down and remarking, “I must make a note of that,” he began to inscribe Nell’s diplomatic request. As he leaned over the paper, his head shone like a round china lamp-shade, its shining expanse relieved here and there, by long wisps of grey hair..
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