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“My chin is all wet,” he said.
“So it is, but we'll dry all your face.”
“And my hands are all wet.”
“What a poor little wet boy!” said his mother tenderly, but cheerfully too.
After making him comfortable she said,
“Now are you sorry you were such a naughty boy?”
He nodded his head, and turning to Marty, who was crawling around gathering up her money, he said, “Sorry, Marty.”
Marty crept up to him, and kissing over and over the little arm she had struck, said with eyes full of tears,