Mrs Potter said this angrily, and with much emphasis, as she seized her son by the arm and dragged him out of a pool of dirty water, into which he had tumbled. "Always at mischief of one sort or another, he is," continued Mrs Potter, with increasing wrath, "morning, noon, and night--he is; tumblin' about an' smashin' things for ever he does; he'll break my heart at last--he will. There: take that!"…
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