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Still no St. Elmo. They proceeded a considerable distance down the creek.,“Some of the real stuff,” he requested, “just to make these folks realize they haven’t begun to live yet.”,Jean hid a queer little smile that she could not repress.,“Who wants to drive my trained bear an’ monkey? Only a dime stranger, only a dime!”,“Last November.”,It had been Mrs. Wopp’s aim, to have the names for all the members of the household sanctified by biblical authority. She claimed to have had unnumbered admirers in her youth and had singled out her husband for his scriptural appellation. A store of names had been secretly acquired for use in the event of her marriage, but as in the course of years only one boy had come to add freckles and rotundity to the family circle, she was thankful that she had used at least three of the collection on the fortunate youth. Moses Habakuk Ezra Wopp, the exact counterpart of his mother, sat next to his father and eyed the plate of Betty, who was seated beside him, mentally calculating the amount of each succulent morsel she consumed. Since he was twice her size, he was entitled, he thought, to at least twice her share. On his own plate a lonely pickled onion floated in gravy.,“Who wants to drive my trained bear an’ monkey? Only a dime stranger, only a dime!”,The man gave him an affectionate slap. “Go, then. You’re a right game kid, sure.”,“‘Mosey’? Does that mean ‘little Moses’?”,“We’ll have to go and tell Ma,” said Maria.,“Do you need it right away?” Billy stood his wheel against the steps and flung his books on the porch table.,Every back bent a little lower. Every face flushed a little rosier under its coat of grime. Praise from Billy was all they asked..