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Then, as if she had been in her own home, Alfaretta whisked about, dragging small tables from the dining room into this larger one, ordering Helena to do this and that, and all with a haste that was almost as cheering as the fire. "Now, Helena, here's the dish-closet. You set the table. My! Ain't these the heaviest plates and cups you ever saw?
Even through the crack of the dish-closet door I could see the bristles risin' on the back of Cap'n Zeb Mayo's neck. "At last Cap'n Zeb couldn't stand it no longer. "'Belay there! he sings out, jumpin' to his feet. 'I want to ask you one question, Elkanah Daniels: Are you tryin' to say somethin' against Grace Van Horne's character?
"Be be cause," said Freddie slowly, "I wanted to see if it would work. I'm going to take it on the houseboat with me." "Well, I guess it WORKED all right," Bert said, as he looked around at the wet kitchen. Luckily there was oil cloth on the floor, and the walls were painted, so the water really did no harm. Dinah slowly opened the door of the dish-closet, and peered out.
"Shut it off!" cried Mr. Bobbsey. "Here, I'll do it!" He started across the kitchen floor. "Look out, Massa Bobbsey!" yelled Dinah. "It'll cotch yo' shuah. It done cotched me!" and then as she saw the little rubber hose of Freddie's fire engine swing around, and the nozzle point at her, the fat cook ran into the dish-closet and shut the door. "How did it happen?" asked Mrs.
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