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“But the girls and small fry can’t come in on that. Besides, that little city kid’ll be lonesome if I leave her.” May Nell ran and hugged Mrs. Bennett, and Edith and Billy in turn, nestling afterward in her father’s arms. “Moses, I hear yer Par comin’ with the hay,” announced Mrs. Wopp, suddenly. “You’ll hev to go help him with it.”.
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“Please, Mith Wopp, the latht windthorm upthet our hen-houth.” “So long as it isn’t you, Ladybird, it’s all right,” Billy consoled; “we can make more boats.” “Don’t, mother! Mother, don’t come in here! Don’t come in the same room with me,—I’m not fit for— O mother, I’ve hurt Jimmy for life!” Thus interrogated, the boy who had caught but one fleeting word of the sentence, reddened, and shuffling his feet, said he’d “often rode a wild cayuse.”.
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