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When the program was over Moses noticed enviously that Betty was so close to the orchestra that her ear was almost in the trombone.,Now in the silence and fragrance his tightened springs began to relax. Presently he found himself in a dream of possibilities of the island,—Ellen’s Isle, he always called it; of what might be done with the smooth places in the river, the hills, Sunol Creek not far away, boiling and tumbling in boisterous beauty; of hidden nooks, piled boulders, and tiny meadows, vine-enclosed and flower-fragrant.,“That’s no giant. She isn’t bigger’n a kid. Will she let you come to play? The Gang’s coming to-morrow.”,Mrs. Wopp, after ascertaining that the little boy had received no bodily injury, stood mopping her heated face with the half-mended sock. She ceased operations to survey Betty more carefully.,And the shouts that greeted this fiat shook the old barn and made the hens in the hay cackle with fright.,“Betty, play us a toon,” requested Mr. Wopp who was very fond of music.,He looked at the beaming faces, at the beautiful table with Jean’s great pagoda cake in the centre, the dates, 1893-1906, in evergreen; at the flowers everywhere; at the dishes,—they usually ate from vine leaves at their out-of-door feasts,—at the paper napkins folded fantastically and hovering over the table like gay butterflies. His eloquent face told his surprise, his gratitude, his delight. He opened his mouth to speak some fitting word, but it wouldn’t come. He tried again, for he felt the occasion called for something formally appreciative. But only a whimsical idea flitted into his mind; and he sang back—,“The bulliest time yet!” shouted Charley from the street.,“Ugh! Confound their impudence, I’ll make them listen yet to something else than rag.”,“Wait, Billy! You are hurt, badly. Let me see.” She put out a detaining hand.,Warwick Bro’s & Rutter, Limited, Printers and Bookbinders, Toronto, Canada.,“I reckon Joner hadn’t any too much light,” opined Mrs. Wopp..