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Every back bent a little lower. Every face flushed a little rosier under its coat of grime. Praise from Billy was all they asked.,Betty’s tears by now were flowing too fast for her to make an answer. She picked up the whimpering dog and proceeded to carry him home. From time to time Moses stroked the quivering head and murmured low phrases of comfort.,Presently he raised his head and was confronted by Job the turkey wearing a tiny bright pink hat and a green ribbon round his neck. An antimacassar bearing wide magenta and red crocheted stripes covered his back causing him to strut with peacock pride.,“Jiminy whiz! Your royal splendor dazzles me!” Billy chaffed.,Amid the wealth of love how could the little heart refuse comfort? Billy tossed her to his shoulder and carried her to his mother’s room, where both women coddled her and Edith sang her into a sweet sleep.,“I suppose you have a large farm, Mr. Wopp,” said Nell Gordon.,St. Elmo Mifsud, his angelic face framed in silky curls, now became the prey to the machinations of Pete Solway, who had eluded the vigilant eye of Mrs. Wopp during her dramatic recital. A roar of pain escaped the child as a sharp tweak was applied to his curls. Recalled to matters entirely mundane, the teacher administered severe reproof.,“He will dig up a worm from the ground, an’ while the worm stands on one foot with droopin’ head the robin’ll pick it up an’ carry it orff to feed the baby robins.”,Betty was still faintly laughing at Moses’ spirited retort to his mother’s observations on his singing.,CHAPTER VI.—AN EVENING IN THE WOPP PARLOR.,“Oh, no; there aren’t any. Billy says so, and he knows. He knows, too, that there are other people here beside the Italians.”,“Bear up aft there!” Billy commanded; and “Ay, ay, sir,” came back in equally nautical language..