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“Come, Jethro, Betty’ll carry her li’l white puppykins, pore li’l footsy’s so sore.” That night when Mrs. Bennett went into the Fo’castle there was an unusual note in Billy’s voice. The bottle went crash, and a furious yell informed the neighborhood that the Gang was “up to some new deviltry.”.
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On the morning after Nell Gordon’s arrival, she admired the lovely array of fairy-like trumpets that seemed to smile a welcome from the glass bowl in the centre of the table. A tiny spider had been hidden in the heart of one of the blooms, and was weaving a net of filmy loveliness from flower to flower.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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She stood at the end of the creaking wharf, and one little bare arm was lifted high. She held a small fruit jar filled with water and beet juice. It was awkward, but Billy had insisted on the fruit jar,—“So’s it will be sure to break; it’s the only kind of a bottle that always will break.”
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As Moses clattered down stairs, Mrs. Wopp continued, “There is shore a thunderstorm comin’ up to-night. ’Pears to me I heerd like a roll of drums.” “Did Clarence show you the sights of the city this morning?” asked Mr. Crump, trying to repress a smile. Whose hearts never—” Then Moses commenced. He ran up and down a chromatic scale of puffs and groans and sniffles, ending with a cadence that sounded like, “Gosh dern!”.
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