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“And what’s the ‘chinning’ to be about?” she questioned, sitting on the bedside; “the fortune?”,“I am given to understand by the best fashion-plates, Mrs. Wopp, that the garment you term an ‘underwaist’ is now designated a casserole.”,He obeyed, talking whimsically to his pets as he went.,“Oh, please, mister, sir, don’t hurt Bouncer. I’d rather you’d hit me. He’s the best dog ever lived, and I won’t let you hurt him.” Her courage grew as she spoke, and he stopped his search and glanced her way. She looked up, bravely pleading for the dog she hugged harder.,“This froth looks like soapsuds,” he complained.,“Them’s thum,” was the sophisticated answer.,Wait till the clouds roll by.”,“Sure. All the kids. But Clarence especially,—he’s my son, you know.” Billy grinned.,“And Jimmy is already Roderick Dhu.”,Yet it was very strange, they were all happy! Happier, she felt, than her own mother with maids and money, gems, rich gowns, and her motor car at command. Why was it? “Those that won’t work shouldn’t eat.” Could that be true? Then she should not eat, for she never worked. She wondered how it would seem to work.,Presently he raised his head and was confronted by Job the turkey wearing a tiny bright pink hat and a green ribbon round his neck. An antimacassar bearing wide magenta and red crocheted stripes covered his back causing him to strut with peacock pride.,Al Newman arranged all the theatre parties for his wife and guests. He opened up the piano as he spoke and turned to the musician..