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“There’s a little secret about work; with grown-ups it is often their play; and they like it.”,The strains of “Red Wing” having died away, Mrs. Wopp busied herself setting up the crokinole board. “Me and Par won’t play, jist the young folks,” she announced.,To stay the cloud that began to gather over Moses’ brow, Howard suggested going to see a vaudeville show.,“Obedience, thy name is cats,” Billy preached solemnly.,What really ailed Moses was the prospect of bolstering up the pipes again.,As she went about her work, Betty’s braids of fair hair tied with wisps of faded red ribbon stood out stiffly from her head. Her eyebrows were not quite grown in yet and she presented a comical appearance blinking in the sun as she regarded Moses who was helping her.,The young dancers in the hall found the change of music decidedly exhilarating, as an occasional whoop testified.,“Mebbe she’s all right,” admitted the boy.,“Why have you been away out in the country for milk?”,“Let us keep the wheat an’ roses,“Now then,,A crowd of smaller children momentarily increasing, capered about the sweating five. Max bounded over the high fence, breathless, fearing he would be late. Jean and Bess hurried down the hill, each telling the other she couldn’t spare the time for “just boys’ foolishness.” Jackson appeared on top of the south stone abutment, halting there till Billy’s hearty invitation brought him flying down into the inclosure..