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"Who?" Florence was astounded

"I do," Patty said in her charot the nicest eyes of any boy in town"

"You do?" Florence cried incredulously

"Yes, I really do, Florence I think Herbert Atwater and Henry Rooter have got the nicest eyes of any boy in town"

"Well, I never heard anything like this before!" Florence declared

"But don't you think they've got the nicest eyes of any boy in town?" Patty insisted, appealingly

"I think," said Florence, "their eyes are just horrable!"

"What?"

"Herbert's eyes," continued Florence, ardently, "are the very worst lookin' ole squinty eyes I ever saw, and that nasty little Henry Rooter's eyes----"

But Patty had suddenly becoety; she hurried away froo over to the other side of the yard and talk"

It was time for her to take soether upon a box on the other side of the fence (though with their backs to the knot-hole), were beginning to show signs of inward disturbance Already flushed with the unexpected ineffabilities overheard, their corown even pinker upon Florence's open-hearted expressions of opinion Slowly they turned their heads to look at the fence, upon the other side of which stood the irl thought--but she oughtn't to be allowed to go around talking like this and perhaps prejudicing everybody that had a kind word to say for them