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“Mudgie, Mudgie, come to Elmo.” “You look orful, jist like you was growin’ a pair of speckled toothbrushes. What ’ll Mar say? You carn’t go to school like that.” CHAPTER IV.—WASH-DAY AT MRS. WOPP’S. “Wartch yer team Moses,” commanded Mrs. Wopp from the back seat of the democrat..