Poor, Dear Margaret Kirby by Kathleen Thompson Norris
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"Kelley & Moffat ought to let me have materials at half price," she reflected aloud. "My bill's two or three hundred a month!" "You always say that you're not going to do a thing, and then get in and make more than any other booth!" said Dan, proudly. "Oh, not this year, I won't," his mother assured him. But in her heart she knew she would. "Aren't you glad it's fancy-work?" said Teresa. "It doesn't get all sloppy and mussy like ice-cream, does it, mother?" "Gee, don't you love fairs!" burst out Leo, rapturously. "Sliding up and down the floor before the dance begins, Dan, to work in the wax?" suggested Jimmy, in pleasant anticipation. "We go every day and every night, don't we, mother?" "Ask your father," said Mrs. Costello, discreetly. But the Mayor's attention just then was taken by Alanna, who had left her chair to go and whisper in his ear. "Why, here's Alanna's heart broken!" said he, cheerfully, encircling her little figure with a big arm. Alanna shrank back suddenly against him, and put her wet cheek on his shoulder. |
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