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CHAPTER II THE SATURDAY GANG “It was shore a wonder, with the band playin’ an’ all. I never heard sich moosic, not sence the circus.” Several ladies of the district were already busy “scttin’ up” the quilt when Mrs. Wopp and her satellites entered the Mifsud parlor. “Oh, Billy, how could you, when mother has so much to do?” It was his sister, Edith, who spoke, her sweet face clouded with rare disapproval. Yet she went on with the music lesson she was giving..