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“This milk happens to be cream. I’ve been wondering what kind of a dessert will take all this.”,“This here thing looks like a mule with his ribs druv in an’ stan’in’ on his haunches. What d’ye call it?”,Mrs. Bennett came in and tried to learn the trouble; but it was some time before May Nell could be induced to tell.,“Nothin’.”,A pretty little figger,,On Moses Wopp devolved the responsibility of driving the ladies of the household over the two miles of prairie lying between the Wopp ranch and that of Mrs. Mifsud. Betty, too, was going. The Ladies’ Aid did not meet every day, nor had it always on hand the alluring business of an autograph quilt, on which flourished in outlined boldness the name of every man, woman and child in the district and many out of it.,“Bully for you, Ladybird. I’ve got a backer you see, sister.”,“Yeh Mar, I’m comin’.”,CHAPTER XI.—JONAH AND THE WHALE.,“Three you should say. Don’t you live in the dreamland of music? Eat your own breakfast, or you’ll be late for the train.”,“Who is Mr. Zalhamber?” asked Howard, as though he had forgotten his existence.,“Jimmy, can you stand?”.