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“This aint got poultry in it nor moosic nor nothin’,” complained one small youth. Moses made several further attempts to comply with the modest request of his teacher and at last each child held in grubby hands a book of quaint verses glorified by the tonic sol fah.,“It’s a hurry-up order for more,” Billy amended.,Mrs. Mifsud threw up her hands in dismay.,Moses’ teeth chattered. It was not cold, but wash-day meant to the unhappy boy a dismal round of duties.,“Train? Is she going away?” The small girl’s face grew sorrowful.,“Do you know how ice cream is made, May Nell?” Jimmy asked to break the oppression.,“You needn’t fight any more,” Vilette said, loftily; “we shall marry her ourselves.”,However, the stove-pipe was at last cleaned and ready to put up. Moses’ moroseness had by now developed into a complaint, the chief symptoms of which were sniffling and coughing.,“That boy’ll sartinly spill the tea,” prophecied Mrs. Wopp, with laughing pessimism.,“Did you forget their breakfast, Billy?” the child questioned earnestly.,Vainly he explored the corridors seeking a tap for water to bathe his bleeding nose. The more doors Moses went through the more doors seemed to beckon him on through their portals. He reflected that if he had only had the good fortune to bring the key of the pantry door at home, that large piece of cold steel applied to the back of his neck would speedily have stopped the sanguinary flood.,“Gee whack! That’s the hardest work of all,” Billy complimented..