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Every back bent a little lower. Every face flushed a little rosier under its coat of grime. Praise from Billy was all they asked. What matter if the telegraph poles that were to be just twelve feet—that is, twelve inches—fell short or long sometimes. “Wartch yer team Moses,” commanded Mrs. Wopp from the back seat of the democrat..
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“’Cause I love you, ’n’ I hope the edges’ll be all pink like my mornin’-glories.” Billy had intended naming it The Jean, but Charley had stood for Queen Bess, Harold didn’t like either name, and George and Jimmy had objected to “girl kid names, anyway.” They had, however, unanimously compromised on The Edith, for Billy’s sister was adored privately by all of his older friends, adored openly and “tagged” by the little ones. Edith, since May Nell’s coming, suggested her name. The little girl agreed if it could be Ellen; Billy added “Fair” with her permission; and this name he painted over each paddle wheel with no opposition from the others. “I comed,” he said, calmly, “I see Billy boat.” “I might as well tell you all about it, Mrs. Wopp,” confessed Howard. “When I got to town and found the train was almost due, I felt frightfully shy. So I got Ken Judson to put on his boiled shirt and Sunday suit and go to the station. He looked the part, I assure you, much better than I would. He brought Miss Gordon to ‘The Golden West’ where I had recovered sufficiently to speak to her.”.
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