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“The prize is equally divided between James Dorr and William Bennett,” the judges announced.,“Pull it tighter.”,“Take care ole boy, you’ll trip on yer lip in another minute.”,[32]“There are other things besides gems, little girl.” Mrs. Bennett smiled and began to clear the table.,“I am not going to let you see any more compositions,” exclaimed Nell, “You are just making fun of my poor children.”,How the missionary box would jingle! How the heathen would sing for joy! While on the Wopp table carrot pudding could become a diurnal felicity!,“Orl right Betty, I’ll do it, but ef it is a poor job don’t blame me,” returned Moses as he advanced with the scissors.,Presently Jimmy and George slipped away and quickly returned bearing a huge freezer, Mrs. Bennett following. Now Billy knew what she had done with the cream.,“Now then,,“Hold your grouch, Sour,” Harold expostulated.,CHAPTER XIX.—BETTY’S ILLNESS.,“You keep still, Betsey! I’m going to watch!” he exclaimed, as if some one had spoken..