Willie Gray rubbed his eyes, and sat up in the bed. Then he lay down again, and hid his face in the pillow. "Not get up yet, Master Willie, with the sun shining, and the birds singing like this? See;" and she drew the curtains aside, letting a bright sunbeam stream on his rosy face and tumbled hair—"it would be a shame to sleep any longer."…
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