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put both delight in their work. So came all animated, asking:

‘What boss, father?

And Mark, seeing the raspberry and smiling, with large eyes and cracked blue naively showed that the half-open gaps esclatants beautiful teeth, could not think of that Susana was less appetizing as a plate of strawberries with custard.

‘What boss, father? – He did his cheerful little voice. Am I making myself-called?

-Yes, Mr. Krita is as good as the donuts that you do, that I know the recipe.

Susana was all blushed up with pleasure.

Oh! Mr. Krita want to laugh at me!
Now we see why.

The old maid romania near the table to hear his sentence. He took a donut, and began to enjoy it in silence, then took another, then a third. Finally, turning, uttered these words with weight and measure: