“Yes, I s’pose we can listen to you scramble up and down the piano keys all night, but if I do anything it’s another story.”,
Moses began cutting make-believe tickets using the paper and scissors thrust into his hand by the capable manageress of the show.,
At last she looked up and pointed a startling finger at May Nell. “Mary Ellen Smith, my familiars, who guard the portals of futurity, declare that you shall be the first honored. Minions, depart! Slaves, guard the door!”.
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