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“Bear up aft there!” Billy commanded; and “Ay, ay, sir,” came back in equally nautical language. Mrs. Wopp surmised from the dejected appearance of the young rancher, coupled with the smiles over the footlights which she had observed with rising wrath, that trouble was brewing, and she whispered audibly to herself, “A musician’s orl right on a pianner stool, but when it comes to gittin’ up in the mornin’ an’ choppin’ wood to bile the kettle give me a farmer.” Her cogitations became louder. “I s’pose he thinks cos he has a percession of carpital letters arter his name he can git anyone fer the arskin’. When he smiled so at our Miss Gordon I could of slain him with the jawrbone of an arss.” In her championship of Howard’s interests, Mrs. Wopp became an ardent villifier of the pianist and she administered an oral castigation with feminine vigor. Moses’ teeth chattered. It was not cold, but wash-day meant to the unhappy boy a dismal round of duties. “No matter, Billy. I think she was sent to us; and we shall find a way. Are the chickens fed?”.