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George nudged Jimmy. “Hit again, Sour. Come on.” The two boys went out, mysteriously embarrassed. Balancing her voice on a very high note she popped her head through the dining-room door to speak to her husband. He was seated at the table reading “The Family Herald.” His straggling grey locks were disordered with his mental effort and formed a frieze of irregular design on his shining forehead. Mrs. Wopp’s voice, in a moment, was safe on terra firma. As many of the hens and chickens as could be persuaded were ushered into the yard to add to the numerical strength of the menagerie..
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Pat Bliggin’s mind was undoubtedly wandering, so a drastic question was in order. She smiled faintly. “Then my feelings must be bloodthirsty, Billy. How dreadful!” “I am not going to let you see any more compositions,” exclaimed Nell, “You are just making fun of my poor children.” “Leave the boy be, Lize,” directed Ebenezer Wopp, whom the pride-inspiring events of the evening had rendered more self-assertive than usual. “He aint crowin’ none, an’ what he done brung credit to the hullo’ us.”.
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