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गांव टोला Regular brand “What things?”,Betty was still faintly laughing at Moses’ spirited retort to his mother’s observations on his singing.,Mrs. Bennett bade him good-night, and left him to the stars and the quiet night. Her heart was still sore for the little boy of the past, yet a strange joy came to her; the thoughtful, observant, earnest man had heralded his coming. She should be very proud of him.,“He smiles sich a toothy grin,” commented Moses.,“What’s the trouble, dear? What were you afraid of?” she enquired, as she raised him to his feet.，CHAPTER VIII ON STORMY SEAS，“Betty Wopp,” she exclaimed, “you couldn’t be no wetter ef you’d fell in the big slough. Come on to the house an’ change yer clothes. St. Elmo ’ll need warshin’, too, I reckon.”，“Naw,” answered the boy, “What’d Mar say? she’d put a tin ear on me.”“Why, ma, the children are quite respectable; I know all their mothers.” Buzz’s mamma looked a little mischievous.

“I’d love to, Billy,” Mrs. Lancaster whispered; “I’ve never liked being grown up.”,“Then I’ll be a—a preacher if I ought to. But gee! it’s rocky!”,Nell’s answer was somehow strangely muffled.,“Put her in my room and give me the Fo’castle; I’ve always wanted to bunk there.”,He placed them before him, Rain and Storm, took his great golden horn of plenty under his arm, stepped on the wheeled board, signalled the super, and rolled on, driving the crouching pair in front of him with pelting showers’ of rose leaves, and landing at his station just as the chorus filed in. The gray pair threw their shrouding mantles over the truck, and still crouching pushed it out of sight; and the spectators, believing they had laughed in the wrong place, cheered vociferously, and never knew the difference.,“Here I stand upon this stage,Billy made no reply. He wondered if he ought to stay at home.,CHAPTER XVII.—A SAMPLE OF EBENEZER WOPP’S IRE.,“We shorely are glad to hev a teacher at larst,” re-asserted the bustling lady of the house, as she passed a cup of creamy tea to her new boarder. “Did you hear what happened to our larst teacher, Miss Gordon?” Here the good lady heaved a deep sigh. “The pore man hed a tryin’ time with some big boys named Bullock who started in to school larst fall arter workin’ all summer. The teacher used to spend his evenin’s to Bullock’s bunkhouse, playin’ black-jack with ole man Bullock.”,She made a quaint picture curled in a big chair under the window, where a lifted corner of the curtain gave light to the book, but left the rest of the room dark. It pleased her to play teacher. She asked Billy numberless questions, coaxed him to explain what she did not understand. And he soon learned that one must know a thing very well before he can tell it. He dictated some of the written work, and she transcribed it in her prim little script.,Behind the two women trotted a chubby baby. “I see Billy boat,” he cried, shrilly, stumbled, fell, scrambled up again, and repeated his refrain.,“Me neither,” George endorsed..