Ebenezer Wopp was the last silent word in patient masculinity, but his face, becoming darker with his work, would lead an onlooker to believe that sinister thoughts were struggling to find expression.,
“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled.,
As Mrs. Wopp was preparing for bed that night, she recalled the sensation the sight of her reckless offspring had given her..
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