Read-Aloud Plays by Horace Holley
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I should say she did! WALTER There! Say, Alice, how'd you like to live in that white house we passed, the one with the orchard? ALICE Really? And _do_ things? MRS. EVERITT Charles! EVERITT This is the most extraordinary night I ever heard of. Here I was, feeling like a condemned criminal because I'd lost my business, afraid to tell Mary and you children, and now you all seem positively glad of it. I expected all kinds of trouble, and all at once.... _What the deuce is it?_ HAROLD Rain--rain.... Mother, why can't the brook come back to the _same_ little girl? |
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