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As Mrs. Wopp stood watching her family and the new teacher climb the hill on their way to school, she remarked to herself, “That boy jist naterly takes to mischief same as a gopher takes to my green peas.” Mrs. Wopp was overcome with laughter at the bare memory of the picture her irate husband had presented. Nothing loth to keep the distance between himself and Nell at a minimum, Howard Eliot entered with zest into the boy’s plans. “Y-yes, b-but how can I when I have no one to say ‘mama’ to, only a Mrs.”.