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Well, you see, Mamsie,
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Oh! you are so slow, Phronsie, exclaimed Polly,
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Let her take her own time, said Mr. King,
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Dear Grandpapa, proceeded Phronsie, turning her yellow head to look at him, her hand yet among the bonnet strings,
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No, no, roared Joel,
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Oh, Joe! not a week, corrected Polly with glowing cheeks,
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Three--three, begged Van, pushing his head further into the center of the group.
gpt
Mrs. Pepper, do say you want to stay three days,
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I haven't said I wanted to go yet,
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Now, every one of you keep quiet, commanded Mr. King, raising his hand,
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Perhaps, cried Phronsie with shining eyes, and grasping the strings tighter she leaned forward and pressed her red lips on the mother's mouth,
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Oh, Mamsie!
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It's no use to contend against the Fates, said Mrs. Whitney, laughing,
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Mrs. Pepper, you and I know that.
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That's so, cried old Mr. King,
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he cried, dismissing them as if they were all below their teens.
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I want to talk with Mrs. Pepper now.