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The solid rock of the mountain had been cut away from the rear of the house to form a natural, paved court. At the top was a small chicken coop, its wall flush with the wall of rock; and near it grew an oak sapling not larger than Billy’s arm.,“Is theh faywies wound heah, Betty? Can they see us?” inquired the little boy in awe-struck tones.,From where he stood Billy could see the distress in her face. He must think of a way to get her, and he must, must hurry!,“Jethro barks with his mouth an’ smiles with his tail,” said Betty.,“How in the name of orl the aporstles did that hen git in there?” questioned Mrs. Wopp.,“Does he?” May Nell stared innocently into the darkening eyes. “I should think that would make you awfully agitated.”,“My racer has only one eye anyways,” said Betty defiantly as she twined a piece of nasturtium vine round the noble brow of the victor.,“Why do you think he would have whipped you?”,“Elmo saw some gween and white faywies,” he fabricated, “and wanted Mudgie to see them too.”,Not far behind the democrat came a light buggy drawn by a team of greys. Howard Eliot and Nell Gordon sat therein.,“Do you like to work?” His tone was insistent; and he lifted his head and looked hard at her, as if to challenge the tiniest bit of insincerity that might be lurking back of the words. “Like to work?” he repeated with added emphasis.,“Ma! Mamma Bennett,” he burst out as he banged open the door; “she’s coming,—our little earthquake girl! The cutest kid,—not so big as the twins, but stylisher in the face.”.