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Looking gloriously bored, Miss Miami Mouth gaped up into the boughs of a giant silk-cotton tree. In the lethargic noontide nothing stirred: all was so still, indeed, that the sound of someone snoring was clearly audible among the cane-fields far away.
"After dose yams an' pods an' de white falernum, I dats way sleepy too," she murmured, fixing heavy somnolent eyes upon the prospect that lay before her.