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“Thank you kindly, Mrs. Wopp, I was most enchantingly entertained. My brother and his wife conducted me to numerous functions. I heard a xylophone for the first time.”,Upstairs the lightning filled Betty’s room with a weird intermittent radiance. The child had become increasingly drowsy and asked Howard to sing her to sleep.,The sound was an ominous warning to Moses, to finish his breakfast with all possible speed.,She glanced down the road, and swiftly around. Not a soul in sight. Obedience was inevitable.,Pat Bliggin’s mind was undoubtedly wandering, so a drastic question was in order.,“You romp!” came the disgusted voice once more. “You’d better cut your hair, and your skirts, and be a child again.”,Billy had been reeling off stanzas of his favorite “Lady of the Lake,”—“by the yard,” Mrs. Bennett said, acting it as he recited, somewhat retarding the work and endangering the dishes. Now he dropped his towel, caught up his mother and raced with her around the room. He was so strong that she was almost helpless in his grasp.,“Peter Stolway, may I arsk you to tell out loud what you was whisperin’?”,What matter if the telegraph poles that were to be just twelve feet—that is, twelve inches—fell short or long sometimes.,In the middle of this trying work, Moses remembered he had glimpsed a large tempting piece of jelly-roll on the pantry shelf. As soon as an opportune moment arrived he slipped, unnoticed as he thought, into the pantry and immediately life took on a new and brighter interest.,He threw himself on the bed and wept the bitterest tears he had ever shed in his life, tears of shame. There he lay—hours, he thought—determined to bear his pain and disgrace alone. Yet it was only minutes when he heard his mother in her room, coming!,Miss Gordon complied, then followed the old favorite with a two-step played in as sprightly a manner as the organ would allow..