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As the evening wore on Mrs. Wopp, Mrs. Stephens and a few other ladies adjourned to a box stall where the refreshments were stored. Pleased with the prospect of dispensing lavish hospitality from the combined larders of the neighborhood, Mrs. Wopp’s face radiated cheerfulness. CHAPTER III.—A DAY AT SCHOOL. “It’s plain lazy. He won’t even wash himself.”.
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“Oh, no, no! I’m fit—I must find her myself—right now!” Yet they had already stopped, turned, and driven quickly to the house, hurried by the frenzy in the boy’s tones. “Betty, play us a toon,” requested Mr. Wopp who was very fond of music. The boy went into the street again, mounted[208] and rode rapidly round the corner. His own home was across the way; his mother might see him at the office and call him. But once out of sight he stopped to consider what came next. Who was the right man to tell after the Doctor? The Sheriff!.
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