not a feather then he fluttered -- Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
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"I think they do something like that at the church, " the woman muttered, then scooped up her child and hurried off, his head bobbing as he looked back at us over his mother's shoulder.