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I know, father-among-the-angels, Im not playing the game one bit nownot one bit; but I dont believe even you could find anything to be glad about sleeping all alone way off up here in the darklike this. If only I was near Nancy or Aunt Polly, or even a Ladies Aider, it would be easier! Downstairs in the kitchen, Nancy, hurrying with her belated work, jabbed her dish-mop into the milk pitcher, and muttered Jerkily: If playin a silly-fool gameabout bein glad youve got crutches when you want dollsis got ter bemy wayo bein that rock o refugewhy, Im a-goin ter play itI am, I am! |
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