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Mrs. Wopp’s eagle eye, again rested on the lowering face of her offspring.,“Well, well, you don’t say!”,“Whose Jethro?”,“Billy, you’re a wise guy. This beats Maskey’s,” Harold declared.,“Pull it tighter.”,In this mood he turned into the main road and came upon Jackson limping, bloody, and crying.,Mrs. Wopp obligingly gave as an encore, “There were ninety and nine,” apropos of nothing whatever. Then turning to a portrait on the wall, she enlarged on the musical ability of a great-uncle from whom she reckoned she had received her gift of song.,Friday came; and May Nell delighted her father with her part in the exercises. Billy was very proud of her as she stood on the platform, lovely in her white frock and her fair, curling hair, reciting her “piece.”,“What has happened to you, Billy?” his mother questioned sharply as she turned at his voice and saw his damaged head. “You’re hurt, Billy!”,[89]“Mother, do come and look at the procession,” Edith called cautiously from the trellises, where she was slyly watching.,“No; will you tell me?”,“Why do you think that’s so dreadful?”.