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He saw the men stop, draw apart, and look around. They discovered no one, but delayed their quarrel and hurried in the direction of the sound, exchanging short angry speeches as they ran. “’Cause I love you, ’n’ I hope the edges’ll be all pink like my mornin’-glories.” “I suppose you have a large farm, Mr. Wopp,” said Nell Gordon. Presently, Moses made for the yard and on his way, offered tribute to Betty by standing on his head on the mat at the door..