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CHAPTER IX.—THE VAUDEVILLE SHOW.,“I’ll help a lot. You shan’t have a bit more trouble, sister; nor mamma, either.” He began to distribute the plates with noisy clatter.,“You can send some one after us, a man—not you, not either of you,” he called back over his shoulder, and was soon out of sight.,“This here thing looks like a mule with his ribs druv in an’ stan’in’ on his haunches. What d’ye call it?”,“I mix up words that way sometimes, too,” the child excused.,Moses regained his equilibrium and as the water came just to his hips he turned to retrace his way to the steps down which he had wandered.,She smiled faintly. “Then my feelings must be bloodthirsty, Billy. How dreadful!”,St. Elmo hung back, electing to stay with the hero who had rescued him from the dangers of the wood.,Betty winced slightly as the chilly weapon touched her face, but recollecting the importance of the issue at stake she submitted tamely to be shorn. In a few moments Moses stepped back to contemplate the result of his drastic work. There was no denying that it had totally changed his little sister’s appearance. A queer expression on Moses’ face made Betty enquire anxiously, “What is it? Don’t I look orlright Moses?”,“Come, Betty Girl,” said Moses, “Mar wants you to go to bed.”,“Try a mile with this can and see where you come out in the race.”,Mrs. Wopp was floored. She rapidly reflected that that which Mrs. Mifsud had heard might have been anything from the “buzzin’ of a skeeter to the tootin’ of an autermobyle.”.