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“Singe my hair ef I do, let’s hev some more doin’s,” rebelled Moses.,“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled.,Early on the following afternoon the two boys found their way into front seats in the Sunday-school hall. The address was fairly well under way when the excitement of absorbing so much information in so short a space of time told on Moses’ constitution. His nose began to bleed. With a handkerchief like a small-sized counterpane applied to the offending nasal organ the boy tiptoed squeakily out of the room.,The bottle went crash, and a furious yell informed the neighborhood that the Gang was “up to some new deviltry.”,“All this turnin’ is good for the liver too you know,” she continued, as her son’s vinegary expression remained unaltered.,“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.”,The little girl forgot herself in watching them, till Billy came in, smart and almost handsome in his best suit.,Thus adjured, Howard began, while Mrs. Wopp leaned back in her chair rocking vigorously.,The solid rock of the mountain had been cut away from the rear of the house to form a natural, paved court. At the top was a small chicken coop, its wall flush with the wall of rock; and near it grew an oak sapling not larger than Billy’s arm.,The bun in question must have had great dynamic force, the tail of Jethro bearing evidence to the internal power generated.,“Have more toast Glory,” said Moses suddenly wakened. Unwrapping his leg from the rung of the chair, he reached across the table.,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..