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CHAPTER I.—MRS. WOPP’S HOSPITALITY.,“Mary an’ Martha hev jist gone along to ring them shinin’ bells.”,It was Mrs. Wopp’s voice. From her remarks one would gather that the rarest perfumes wafted on the winds invoked by Solomon could never seem so sweet to Woppian nostrils as the mingled odor of hay and freshly dug carrots.,Wait till the clouds roll by,,“Open window.”,“This is Evelyn Dorr, and Vilette, her sister,” Mrs. Bennett was saying.,Confusion followed. Harry was struck with a great fear. Was she dead? He had never seen a girl do so before. Would they hang him?,CHAPTER XV AGAINST THE FIRE,The inexorable portrait on the wall seemed to gaze down on the recalcitrant youth with disapproval.,St. Elmo willingly consented. His mind was still running on the wonderful story Betty had told him. Perhaps the fairies would show themselves now Betty had gone. A few moments before, Moses had thrown down his hoe and departed to the barn, so the little boy was quite alone. He stood eagerly watching the sunflower patch where the fairies had appeared on at least one occasion.,“Please, Mith Wopp, the latht windthorm upthet our hen-houth.”,The expression on the childish countenance became even more complex and a close observer could have seen that all was not going to be well with Moses Wopp for the next few days, and that “he’d be sorry.”.