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“Moses, you git to the barn an’ hunt the aigs, an’ min’ you look in the haystack; that ole yaller hen has been wantin’ ter set in the nigh corner of it.”,At this moment the dining-room door opened and the daughter of the house entered the room.,“And what’s the ‘chinning’ to be about?” she questioned, sitting on the bedside; “the fortune?”,“Your nose is out of joint, Edith! I’ve got a new sister.” But his eyes belied his blunt words.,“Why, they know what you say—mind!” May Nell exclaimed, admiringly.,Inside the church matters were beginning to resume a normal condition. But Mr. Wells still badly shaken and feeling unable to proceed announced, “My friends we will conclude our service with a hymn. Will some one suggest a suitable one.”,Was there to be another murder? Ought he to call? If he did wouldn’t they turn on him—kill him? No matter. Some one might be on the road and hear. And he could run pretty fast. Anyway he must risk it.,“But Mrs. Carter’ll expect—” Billy began, yet stopped, for the physician was laughing.,“Yeh,” scoffed Moses, “this here turnin’ machines every Monday makes me sick. I aint got no liver left to be cheerful.”,“Where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?,“Did you hev a good time in the city larst week, Mis’ Mifsud?” asked Mrs. Wopp, politely.,“He went up to Tom—he was still crouching against the house—”.