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“Singe my hair ef I do, let’s hev some more doin’s,” rebelled Moses. Whose hearts never—” “Don’t sit there wool-gatherin’ anyways, Mose, or the moths’ll nest in yer head. Ef you carn’t sing in toon, you kin bring up a cup of tea fer Miss Gordon an’ Mr. Eliot, an’ don’t fergit Betty an’ yer Mar.”.
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“Here, slow-pokes, drop yer carrots in this here bin.” He indicated an empty oat-bin. “Awfully hard, Billy. Some of them had ‘grief swimming in their eyes.’” “Doubtless it is incorporated in the language of some foreign people,” conceded Mrs. Mifsud, languidly. “Must of warlked in when I left a jint outside fer a minute. She shore is a dark complected bird now.” As Moses spoke he stretched out his arm for the sooty Tillie, but with an indignant cackle the hen tore through the dining-room into the kitchen with Moses and Betty in hot pursuit..
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