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“Yes indeed,” laughed Mrs. Wopp, who was just then entering the room with a platter of bacon and eggs, “Betty’s our mornin’-glory girl shore nuff, she’s first up in the mornin’, she’s a glory little urchin an’ she’s our little girl to stay.” “Is theh faywies wound heah, Betty? Can they see us?” inquired the little boy in awe-struck tones. She clapped him into her own warm bed, and incredibly soon things were sizzling over the alcohol lamp. “I’m chored from mornin’ till night, an’ arfter I go to sleep I do some more chorin’ jist to keep my hand in.” Moses was in a distinctly peevish mood..