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“Now Mis’ Stephens, call the boys,” requested Mrs. Wopp who was the busiest of the group. A dull yellow glow from the kerosene lamp, placed by Moses on the bureau, lighted up the figure of Betty reclining on snowy pillows. On one side of her was seated Howard, his arm about the drowsy child. On the side of the bed, squarely seated on one of Mrs. Wopp’s texts worked into the patchwork quilt, was Nell, watching the little pallid face and trying to avoid the eyes of her silent lover. “None too strong. But she’s picking up since the doctor gave her a tonic,” was the reply..
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The cheerful clatter of knives and forks against Mrs. Wopp’s best blue willow plates was a gentle accompaniment to the ripple of laughing apology that Nell offered to the victim. Any constraint that might have been felt hitherto among the circle, decreased perceptibly as the rancher wiped the sweet syrupy drops from his face. “O Billy!” Jean gasped, fear for the little, delicate girl in that eery place lending sympathy to her voice. The first act over, a troop of black-faced comedians occupied the stage. “What does that mean?” queried Moses..
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