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“Are—are you hurt bad, Jimmy?” came in a quaking voice. Moses and Betty were left to mind house, the admonishings of Mrs. Wopp being seasoned with picturesque if carelessly applied texts. The envious might hurl hisses, but Moses and Betty were invulnerable to all such assaults upon their anticipations of the day’s freedom with its already planned joys. “The robin is jist the carinest bird,” she added..

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She clapped her hands. “Oh, I’m glad you like fairies, too. Do you know about Bagdad and Semiramide and Good King Arthur and Ivanhoe, and all the other beautiful things in the world?” she asked, breathlessly. “Oh!” interposed Betty, “but they didn’t throw a sorft stone. I don’t b’lieve in sorft answers no more.” “I’m going to work as soon ’s school’s out; it’s for you and May Nell, too, you know.” “Did you hev a good time in the city larst week, Mis’ Mifsud?” asked Mrs. Wopp, politely..