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Mrs. Wopp repeated the words, slowly rolling them on her tongue as though to extract every ounce possible of scriptural nutriment, “So they took up Joner and carst him forth inter the sea.”,“Some of the real stuff,” he requested, “just to make these folks realize they haven’t begun to live yet.”,“Moses, here with that pie,” called the gratified Mrs. Wopp, “Yer par wants some.”,Maria, accompanied by Betty, repaired to the spot where they had left the little boy. He was not there. In vain they shouted and called his name.,“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled.,Betty was thoroughly engrossed in her subject. Her story was entirely of birds and flowers and fairies. True, the pictures did not realize in their movements the lightning-like rapidity of “really truly” moving pictures, but they moved as fast as the young eyes that followed them could wish.,“Oh, oh! It ran—across my—foot!” she gasped, and fell over.,“Sure. All the kids. But Clarence especially,—he’s my son, you know.” Billy grinned.,On the morrow, before returning home, he made several purchases with the money his mother had slipped into his hand as she whispered, “Hev a good time, Mosey, but don’t fergit to say yer prayers reglar.”,Ebenezer Wopp sat at the head of the table. Beaming from behind a promising array of cups and saucers, his portly wife presented a countenance of aggressive hospitality. In height and girth Mrs. Wopp had much the advantage of her husband.,“Wot fer? You girls is alius thinkin’ o’ money.” Moses clinked the nickels in his pocket with the air of a Vanderfeller. Betty’s voice became wheedling.,“There’s nary a piece left, that greedy boy et it orl up.”.