“Sister, she’ll be hunkey for the fairy queen in your Spring Festival, won’t she? She’s a regular progidy, isn’t she?” Billy’s eyes shone.,
“Anyhow, Mar, that fust punkin pie Par got was a howlin’ success.”,
“O, Dadsie,” was the reply, “this is recital afternoon, you know.”.
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