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Better than all others,,“Holy Smoke! Be this the River Jording I’ve come ter?”,“Do you understand them Betty?”,The kettle which had been boiling itself hoarse for the last hour, was now called into requisition.,“Sister, she’ll be hunkey for the fairy queen in your Spring Festival, won’t she? She’s a regular progidy, isn’t she?” Billy’s eyes shone.,“Oh, no, no! I’m fit—I must find her myself—right now!”,“Yes, thank you. But most my heart is hungry. Will you help me to find my mama?”,“The Sheriff tells me a thousand dollars will be paid to your account as soon as the State settles, Billy. Here’s something else for you.”,All went well for some blocks. There was a flattering audience at each front door; a few honored the pageant by following. These were mostly mothers of the younger children, who knew the possibilities of such an aggregation of animals and boys.,“Why do you think that’s so dreadful?”,All were silent for a little. Most of them had been more than once to San Francisco’s celebrated dealer in sweets.,“He didn’t come roun’ here, I kin tell you though,” joined in Mrs. Wopp, energetically. In speaking of Mr. Zelamba, her voice modulated harshly into a key of hyper-acidulated sharps. “I says to Miss Gordon, an’ she jined in with me, a piannerist may be well ’nough as an actor man, but when it comes to takin’ fer keeps, give me a real man.” After taking a deep breath she continued, “My, but he makes a heap of money an’ he loves it, too; but when he gits to be about forty, the lines in his fiz’ll be as tight as my clothes-rope arter a spell of rain.”.