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Show Brick Without Straw Mrs. Finnigan labored over her wash-tub wash-tub while Mr. Finnigan sat in the garden and gazed into space. His Inactivity In-activity finally became more than Mrs. Finnigan could bear at least, in silence. si-lence. "Why don't you come into the kitchen kitch-en and help me with these elotnea?" .she inquired. Mr. Finnigan turned and directed his gaze upon his wire. "Why, Moya, can't you see I'm busy?" he drawled. "Busy?" snapped Mrs. Finnigan. "What doin'?" "Why, I'm thlnkta', Moya I" "Thinkin'?" she repeated. "With I what7" |