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“Pull it tighter.” “Oh, Miss Gordon, here’s my name,” announced Betty, excitedly, pointing to a central part of the quilt. “An’ here’s yours right clost to it.” “Amen!”.
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A dull yellow glow from the kerosene lamp, placed by Moses on the bureau, lighted up the figure of Betty reclining on snowy pillows. On one side of her was seated Howard, his arm about the drowsy child. On the side of the bed, squarely seated on one of Mrs. Wopp’s texts worked into the patchwork quilt, was Nell, watching the little pallid face and trying to avoid the eyes of her silent lover. “Oh ’bout the fairies an’ stars an’ lovely things that grownups know nothin’ about.” “Smile, Moses, dern yer empty corn-cob face! Smile!” shouted one. “I can walk,” she said, struggling to be put down..
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