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Here she produced a picture of a nest of young robins, their beaks wide open for a tempting morsel hanging from the bill of father robin.,“I reckon Joner hadn’t any too much light,” opined Mrs. Wopp.,“Now Moses,” announced his mother, “Jist for a change an’ rest like, turn this here separator.”,Mrs. Wopp drew the green curtains together and turned to the smallest girl in the class.,“So you can, but I’ll carry you just the same.” His smothering hold warned her to quiescence; and she did not stir till he set her within the rear door.,“But Jean’s two times as big as May Nell.”,“Sit near the front so you can give me inspiration, Miss Gordon,” the musician said in an undertone as he stood hat in hand ready to hurry off for the first show.,“Of course they won’t be too tired! The kids have pluck.”,“It’s been the best ever,” Jean said, happily.,“Moses! Betty! Time fer school!” called Mrs. Wopp. Betty, satisfied that after Moses’ frenzied ministrations she was quite presentable, hastened into the house. Moses fled into the yard where he became very active splitting wood, his guilty conscience adding efficiency to his arm.,While the strains of this enlivening classic were issuing from the asthmatic instrument, Moses and Betty in the more secular atmosphere of the hall were trying to fit the time to “Old Dan Tucker” their favorite dance.,A pretty little figger,.