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“Arsk a blessin’, Ebenezer.”,“That’s what I’m hurrying for. Mamma sent me on an errand to Mrs. Black’s and I want to be back at the station in time to see the train come in. I wish we were going to have a refugee. Wasn’t the earthquake awful?”,In the midst of these reflections, the trombone player of the orchestra came to him.,“Mary Ellen Smith; but my mama calls me May Nell; and she says—she says ‘kid’ is vulgar.” The last words were very shy.,It had been hard to persuade her, though her heart was aching to join the fun. “Huh! Do you suppose I’d be a common snake-charmer?”,Presently the little Chinese boy returned, his grin resumed, and a large basket on his arm.,“Geegustibus! You kids are doin’ a fine job,” Billy encouraged, as he walked by the line of little bending, sweating backs. “There never was a railroad built on the square like this. Contractors on time; men a-workin’ that’s got brains an’ ain’t afraid to use ’em. Jiminy crickets, it’s fine!”,“Peter Stolway, may I arsk you to tell out loud what you was whisperin’?”,“Yes, I can see that the wind, the shaking tower, the creaking mill, would bring such dreams,” his mother said. “Hear the wind howl now!”,All were silent for a little. Most of them had been more than once to San Francisco’s celebrated dealer in sweets.,“Oh, Mr. Sheriff, you won’t send me off now, will you, when the business is just beginning?”,“Betty, play us a toon,” requested Mr. Wopp who was very fond of music..