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Three babies were left on the doorstep two in one night their fond mothers confessing fessing by letters that they appreciated Anderson's well-known charitable inclinations and implored him to care for their offspring as if they were his own. The harassed marshal experienced some difficulty in forcing the mothers to take back their children.
"Oh, dear! That's terrible." He could sense her distress. "Ashamed of having been seen in my company, eh?" "Please don't. Are you quite serious in this matter?" "Quite." "Uncle Seth will think it so so strange." "He'll probably tell you about it. Better beat him to the issue by 'fessing up, Shirley.
He has told us all about himself; all about his age, as far as it came under his eager and observant eyes; all about the whole world, as far as it made part of his experience. Rousseau is not more frank, and not half so worthy of credit, for Rousseau, like Topsy in the novel, had a taste for "'fessing" offences that he had never committed rather than not "'fess" at all.
"And his adored mother, too?" His tone brought the happy tears to her eyes. "And the favor?" he said presently. "Oh! Well, you see, I'm supposed to be 'fessing up the whole horrible business, Carey, and in a day or two I want you to thank him, just in some general way, you'll know how! for looking out for me so well while you were away. Will you?" "I will," he promised slowly.
"Please forgive me, Betty," she cried. "I'm perfectly horrid, and I know I don't deserve a friend like you. But well, I'm just a beast, that's all," she finished lamely. Betty laughed and patted her shoulder comfortingly. "I guess we all are once in a while," she said, adding with a return of her old cheeriness, "Now, prove your repentance by 'fessing up. It's sure to make you feel better."
"No; and that was because neither you nor I ever knew. Spooner's alternate was Bert Dodge!" "What? Bert Dodge, of Gridley?" demanded Cadet Holmes astonished. "That very chap," Prescott admitted. "When Spooner went home, after 'fessing out' here, Bert Dodge, who hadn't appeared, was ordered by wire to report at once, or have his name stricken out.
He then tackled me, but I acted foolish, 'fessing up that I couldn't count a hundred. Finally he rode around to a quiet little fellow, with pox-marks on his face, who always rode on the point, kept his horses fatter than anybody, rode a San José saddle, and was called Californy. The boss asked him to help him count the herd.
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