Mrs. “Have you dropped from the skies?” Sydney asked wonderingly. His father and mother are gone now. She stopped abruptly at the sound of his voice, and lost the thread of what she was saying. “We have to get in, I think,” said a nice little old lady in a bonnet to Ann Veronica, speaking with a voice that quavered a little. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. It was a long walk she had to undertake, even if she had endured no previous fatigue, but feeble as she was, it was almost more than she could accomplish. " "All right, teacher; I'll shave and comb my hair.
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