human
And I'll say she is sure to be a raving beauty when she grows up, if she keeps going to bed with the chickens,
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You know she can't go to Mountain Camp anyway, Louise said quietly,
human
Poor Esther! sighed Betty.
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We must make it up to her somehow. I was afraid she would cry at dinner this evening.
human
She's a good kid, agreed Bobby.
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But are you sure, Betty, that we can go to the mountains? Just think! Eight of us!
human
Some contract for Mr. Gordon,
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How about it's being some contract for Mr. and Mrs. Canary? suggested Bob Henderson.
human
Maybe they will shy at such a crowd.
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I asked Uncle Dick about that, Betty said eagerly.
human
He told me all about Mr. and Mrs. Canary. He has known them for years and years. They must be awfully nice people and they have got a great, big, rambling bungalow sort of house, all built of logs in the rough. But inside there is a heating plant, and electric lights, and shower baths, and everything up-to-date. Mr. Canary is very wealthy; but his money could not keep him from getting tuber--tuber----
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said Bob with gravity,
human
Now, Bob! you know what I mean very well, cried Betty.
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His lungs were affected. But they have healed and he is perfectly well as long as he stays up there in the wilderness. The air there has wonderful cur--curative properties. There!
human
Look! Will it cure such a bad attack of poetry?