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He was standing disconsolate, looking up the street for stragglers, when his mother came in again. Friction and mustard, hot water bags without and hot tea within soon set Billy’s teeth at rest. “Mrs. Bennett, you must unpack it alone, mamma said.”.
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“Moses! Betty! Time fer school!” called Mrs. Wopp. Betty, satisfied that after Moses’ frenzied ministrations she was quite presentable, hastened into the house. Moses fled into the yard where he became very active splitting wood, his guilty conscience adding efficiency to his arm. “When Moses is growed up, Mar, I think it ’ud be jist lovely fer him to be in the Mounted P’lice. He’s so clever at findin’ things an’ he’d look jist grand in the clothes,” enthused Betty. Mrs. Wopp’s voice, a dramatic outburst before which almost any cloud would have quailed, filled the bedroom. Betty turned to Nell Gordon, “I hope all yer clouds’ll hev silver linin’s, Miss Gordon,” she smiled. Still no St. Elmo. They proceeded a considerable distance down the creek..
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