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To stay the cloud that began to gather over Moses’ brow, Howard suggested going to see a vaudeville show.,“Avaunt, hesitating noddy! The angel child is quite safe!” Bess waved an arm, partly bare and brown in spots.,“A perfectly gorgeous occasion,” Bess supplemented.,“Why do you think he would have whipped you?”,“Last November,” piped Evelyn.,“No quarreling now. Come, Clarence, do as your mother asks.”,Here his laughter became a series of concussions decidedly menacing to his well-being.,If I only had an Idean vine; what is it, Billy?”,Mrs. Wopp’s suggestion had an immediate and salutary effect on the boy.,Jean was for following in spite of Billy’s commands; but Mrs. Bennett, full of apprehension, insisted that the girl should go with her; and the two set out in search of help.,“It’s a hurry-up order for more,” Billy amended.,Billy heard the hatted one say “So long!” saw him start down a path that followed close beside the stream, perfectly hidden from any one who might be walking the crests above. The other man brought a pail and started up the hill..