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“This froth looks like soapsuds,” he complained.,“She has a music class in Loma; and it isn’t dreamland, either, teaching; but she has to earn grub for me, sister does.” The frank statement of a truth he had grown accustomed to this morning roused a feeling of shame, and he gazed steadily at his plate.,“Billy! Who could steal our little girl? I cannot think it. She’s gone with some of the children to watch the fire.” Mrs. Bennett’s words were braver than her face, for in her heart she felt Billy was right, though she wondered why.,The words were hardly out of his mouth when the sound of an approaching team was heard. Betty eyed ruefully the silk shawl she had flung on the ground.,“Where you’ll be safe till I let your father know I’ve got you.”,The eloquent teacher looked to see some immediate tangible effect from this bald statement of the result of Jonah’s disobedience, and during her recital gazed sternly on Pat Bliggins and Pete Stohway as objects the most in need of her oratory.,“Yes, right now.” He stepped nearer, and Bouncer growled and bristled.,“I must of looked like that Lize or the picter couldn’t of been took.” Ruefully he rubbed his bald crown.,But May Nell was not to be comforted, till that evening when she composed a wonderful ode to “The Wreck of the Fair Ellen.”,Mrs. Bennett came in and tried to learn the trouble; but it was some time before May Nell could be induced to tell.,“Mudgie, Mudgie,” he shrieked.,“Go and bring him now, so you can renovate his appearance before supper,” directed the mother..