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Moses’ teeth chattered. It was not cold, but wash-day meant to the unhappy boy a dismal round of duties. “Naw Nosey,” he retorted, “there ain’t no bun to break in two, the dorg is outside the bun already.” “Here Mosey,” said Betty, “is a tin crown. You can fasten it on with this wire. See?”.

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“We’re seven,” came the echo. “A dose of senner tea’ll fix that, my boy,” was Mrs. Wopp’s cheerful rejoinder. “Howard Eliot may larf, but I think these writin’s is real clever.” Mrs. Wopp grew thoughtful, “Moses’ Aunt Lucindy’s cousin, by marriage, had talents fer literatoor. But the pore girl married an undertaker an’ she writ no more.” “This peacock,” went on Betty, showing the picture of a bird with plumed tail outspread, “is the white peacock of the moon. It lives in the moon, but when fairies want to come to play with li’l girls, they harness the peacock an’ drive down to earth in a silver chariot.”.