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“How do you know?”,A loud whisper from Pete Stolway disturbed the orator.,“Put a nose an’ eyes over his own planner an’ you’d think there’s the man hisself,” flung back Mrs. Wopp.,“Did you forget their breakfast, Billy?” the child questioned earnestly.,“Take care ole boy, you’ll trip on yer lip in another minute.”,He was standing disconsolate, looking up the street for stragglers, when his mother came in again.,CHAPTER VIII.—BETTY VISITS THE CITY OF HER DREAMS.,This account of the abruptly ended career of her predecessor was somewhat disturbing to Nell.,“Naw Nosey,” he retorted, “there ain’t no bun to break in two, the dorg is outside the bun already.”,Mrs. Wopp had a request from Mrs. Williams. She, the requestor, was ill with a touch of “pewmonia,” as Mrs. Wopp afterward related, and would Mrs. Wopp the requestee oblige by taking her Sunday-school class for the following Sunday afternoon.,Her breakfast finished, Betty sought the company of Moses, who was in a small shed adjoining the kitchen. He was piling some fire-wood he had carried in from the yard.,“Jimmy.”.