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It was May Nell who first broke the silence. She had been thinking. “It isn’t so very bad to have to work, is it? Your mama looks happier than my mama does. She said she’d rather wear calico and work ever so hard, and have papa at home, than be the richest, richest without him. She cries a lot—my mama does. And now—she’s crying—for me.” The last word was a sob. Moses adored his little foster-sister when she was well; but sick, his adoration turned to blind worship. For several days Betty had been ill. Moses’ religion, bottled up during care-free days, burst forth in foam of intercession for Betty’s return to health. “Here, Mose, hoi’ this here jint while I fit the next one inter it.” A tongue-twisting silence ensued..
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was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
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me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
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“Here, slow-pokes, drop yer carrots in this here bin.” He indicated an empty oat-bin. Mrs. Wopp leaning towards a lady on her right inquired, “Do you know Mis’ Stephens, why Joe Avery is not dancin’ this evenin’. Ever sence we come into this here barn he has never moved from his seat.” CHAPTER VIII.—BETTY VISITS THE CITY OF HER DREAMS. “Y-yes, b-but how can I when I have no one to say ‘mama’ to, only a Mrs.”.
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