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“Aw Mosey,” cried Betty, “give it to him in two pieces an’ make him twict as happy.” “O Billy!” Jean gasped, fear for the little, delicate girl in that eery place lending sympathy to her voice. As the children left the school-house, Betty was met by Job. He appeared to be headed for a point at an angle of about forty-five degrees from his mistress, but it was only his corner-wise way of walking, caused by his defective eye. Notwithstanding his seemingly erratic course he reached Betty’s side and thrust his head into the pocket of her small pinafore. He found there what put him into high good humor. Gaily he strutted after his little mistress. Bringing up the rear came Moses shuffling along, accompanied by Jethro. He took from his pocket a huge bun..

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“And what’s the ‘chinning’ to be about?” she questioned, sitting on the bedside; “the fortune?” The young dancers in the hall found the change of music decidedly exhilarating, as an occasional whoop testified. It was May Nell who first broke the silence. She had been thinking. “It isn’t so very bad to have to work, is it? Your mama looks happier than my mama does. She said she’d rather wear calico and work ever so hard, and have papa at home, than be the richest, richest without him. She cries a lot—my mama does. And now—she’s crying—for me.” The last word was a sob. “O, Mar, jist a teeny-weeny brown crust, it carn’t hurt me.”.