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CHAPTER XII.—THE AUTOGRAPH QUILT. Mrs. Wopp surmised from the dejected appearance of the young rancher, coupled with the smiles over the footlights which she had observed with rising wrath, that trouble was brewing, and she whispered audibly to herself, “A musician’s orl right on a pianner stool, but when it comes to gittin’ up in the mornin’ an’ choppin’ wood to bile the kettle give me a farmer.” Her cogitations became louder. “I s’pose he thinks cos he has a percession of carpital letters arter his name he can git anyone fer the arskin’. When he smiled so at our Miss Gordon I could of slain him with the jawrbone of an arss.” In her championship of Howard’s interests, Mrs. Wopp became an ardent villifier of the pianist and she administered an oral castigation with feminine vigor. “It looks jist as ef the sun had crept into that corner at larst,” she decided..
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“But you haven’t told us what hurries you so,” Jean called, while Billy was already sprinting away. The man swore and looked for a cudgel. “You bet!” Pretty endorsed, inelegantly. “That boy’ll sartinly spill the tea,” prophecied Mrs. Wopp, with laughing pessimism..
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