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“Glory must git better, nothin’s no fun no more,” blurted Moses.,Jenny, my own true loved one,Gamin’ out the thorns an’ charff,,“My papa told me to be a very brave little girl, and no matter what happened to take care of my mama. And now—I’ve l-lost her; and my braveness is all leaking away.” She covered her face with her hands and sobbed bitterly.,“‘Magine huntin’ Joner in Mifsud’s woods.” Betty dimpled at the thought. “He was more like to find a coyote or stir up a bee’s nest. My! St. Elmo must of et a sight o’ berries to git so smeared.”,“Let’s go to the park and play football,” Jimmy responded quickly.,“S’Gordon won’t care,” grunted Moses. “She never had to wear Par’s old pants, an’ she won’t un’erstan’ how a feller feels.”,CHAPTER XIII.—MOSES GAINS PRESTIGE.,She glanced down the road, and swiftly around. Not a soul in sight. Obedience was inevitable.,And so the story went on. All the wholesome things of the country that children like had come from one and another. And each had been as happy in giving as Billy could possibly be in receiving.,The unstinted praise of the children in the operetta, the aftermath of buzz about the “show” at school,—this excitement lasted for a day or so; but on this lowering Sunday tired nature put in a claim for her own; and relaxed nerves were irritably near the surface.,“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled..