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“Doh, re, mi, fah, soh, la, ti, doh,” sang the children in faint uncertain tones.,“Oh, Betty, you got ole man Noer stuck in the shade. His ark never turned out sich a fine camel as yourn, I bet,” cried Moses gleefully as he proceeded to sell tickets and to admit an astonishingly large number of imaginary people into the circus grounds.,She pressed him closer and kissed him. And soon he slept.,CHAPTER IX.—THE VAUDEVILLE SHOW.,“It’s time Billy was at home,” he heard his mother say as he opened her room door; and he stumbled on more hurriedly, across the bridge—at last, the Fo’castle!,Vainly he explored the corridors seeking a tap for water to bathe his bleeding nose. The more doors Moses went through the more doors seemed to beckon him on through their portals. He reflected that if he had only had the good fortune to bring the key of the pantry door at home, that large piece of cold steel applied to the back of his neck would speedily have stopped the sanguinary flood.,“How in the name of orl the aporstles did that hen git in there?” questioned Mrs. Wopp.,“Singe my hair ef I do, let’s hev some more doin’s,” rebelled Moses.,With a boy’s cunning and swiftness Billy made a running creep through the underbrush up the steep mountain side. From a peephole higher up he stopped, breathless, and watched them beat the chaparral round about where he had stood; saw them go down into the road, look each way, turn and scan the mountain; and at last slink off, one to the house, the other to the vineyard.,“It’s only your notion, Billy, that mother’s cream is best; but I’ve been very happy making it for you.” She began at once to serve it.,A whoop startled her and she turned to see a handsome boy racing up on a brown pony, also carrying a basket.,St. Elmo hung back, electing to stay with the hero who had rescued him from the dangers of the wood..