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“The child may eclipse you in refining Billy’s language,” Mrs. Bennett said, with a smile, aside to Edith; and went into the kitchen to “dish up” the dinner. CHAPTER VI.—AN EVENING IN THE WOPP PARLOR. “O, Dadsie,” was the reply, “this is recital afternoon, you know.”.
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On Moses Wopp devolved the responsibility of driving the ladies of the household over the two miles of prairie lying between the Wopp ranch and that of Mrs. Mifsud. Betty, too, was going. The Ladies’ Aid did not meet every day, nor had it always on hand the alluring business of an autograph quilt, on which flourished in outlined boldness the name of every man, woman and child in the district and many out of it. As that energetic lady bustled about the kitchen the same evening setting the bread, her voice rose in a series of trills and other embellishments as she sang “Where is my wanderin’ boy to-night?” The little girl forgot herself in watching them, till Billy came in, smart and almost handsome in his best suit. “An’ where did you hear it, my dear?” she queried, cautiously feeling her way..
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