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“Did you see the fine bin of carrots, Mar?” inquired Betty.,A hand shot up at this point in the lesson and a thin voice piped, “Please, Mis’ Wopp, I was to the Fair last year.”,And if the girls don’t love me now,Moses stared, wondering at this unusual compliment.,“I couldn’t understand it then. Now I do. My own sister is that bravest of lovers.” His words rang with pride as well as love.,A lot more nonsense he rattled off, squeezing and kissing her till she was breathless with laughter.,The sun rose over the hills and his presence could be ignored no longer. As the Wopp family were driving silently home in the chilly morning, Moses, growing reminiscent, remarked with a yawn:,She was happy and the time passed unnoticed till she had finished, and put the food back in the pail, when a queer, dizzy feeling came upon her and she sank down on one of the rugs.,“Ugh! Confound their impudence, I’ll make them listen yet to something else than rag.”,“Sure! Take care of the truck, will you?” He dropped his burdens to Jean’s willing hands, and darted forward.,“Not till evening; but there’s the lawn.”,“Take care ole boy, you’ll trip on yer lip in another minute.”.