“What on earth did you expect me to do, then?” he asked. “He is one of our guests—perhaps I should say boarders here, but he seldom returns before dinner-time. " "At your peril, sirrah!" cried Wood. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. " "Poor Jack!" sighed Thames. “I suppose some one makes a bit on the food,” she said.
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