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“Bear up aft there!” Billy commanded; and “Ay, ay, sir,” came back in equally nautical language. St. Elmo’s face brightened with intelligence. He broke into the story to give a graphic account of how a little yellow chicken of his sister’s had got “dwownded” in the pig-trough. Her questions brought long and wonderful tales of Billy’s younger life; of Edith when she, too, was a little girl. The child helped to set the table, carried in bread, salad plates, and jelly. “It shakes like the fat woman at the circus when she laughed. How do you make jelly?”.

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“Now Mis’ Stephens, call the boys,” requested Mrs. Wopp who was the busiest of the group. At the rink the enthusiastic country boy enjoyed the vast expanse of ice with no snags to interrupt his skating. A little girl wearing a bright red cap was enraptured to find her hand caught in Moses’ strong grasp and to feel herself, still a learner, whirled giddily over the ice feeling as safe as on a carpeted floor. “I like ‘Ladybird,’ but not ‘bully,’” the little girl returned shyly. “Don’t stan’ starin’ there like Betty’s chiner doll, go git another of my pies.”.