. The Saturday evening post. Thinkwhat a lot shes missed already! Do callher, my dear! Juliana stepped to the doorway andcalled musically into the dusky hall: ! Mrs. Harvey! Come quickly,please! We have something lovely to showyou! The offenders were still to be butcheredto make a Whipple holiday. Coming! called a high voice from farwithin. The Wilbur twin sickeningly guessedthis would be the cruel stepmother. Realcruelty would now begin. Beating, mostlikely. But when, a moment later, shestood puzzling in the doorway, he felt aninstant relief. She did not look cruel. Shewas not even
. The Saturday evening post. Thinkwhat a lot shes missed already! Do callher, my dear! Juliana stepped to the doorway andcalled musically into the dusky hall: ! Mrs. Harvey! Come quickly,please! We have something lovely to showyou! The offenders were still to be butcheredto make a Whipple holiday. Coming! called a high voice from farwithin. The Wilbur twin sickeningly guessedthis would be the cruel stepmother. Realcruelty would now begin. Beating, mostlikely. But when, a moment later, shestood puzzling in the doorway, he felt aninstant relief. She did not look cruel. Shewas not even bearded. She was a plump,meekly prettyish woman with a quickflustered manner and a soft voice. Shebrought something the culprits had notfound in their other judges. Why, you poor, dear motherless thing!she cried when she had assured herself ofthe girls identity, and with this she in-folded her. Id like to know what theyvebeen doing to my pet! she declaredaggressively. The pet did it all to herself, explainedGideon
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