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The circus was coming! Jack wanted to go, but he had spent all his [money] for [candy] and a [kite].
"Shall I give you twenty-five cents now," asked [Mama] as she took out her [wallet], "or will you earn it?" "I'll earn it, with my own [hands]," said [Jack]. "It's more fun to spend money you have worked for." "Then you may weed the [onions] and [carrots] for me," said Mama.