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But at last they got under way and proceeded as quietly as possible down the back street to the home of Mrs. Lancaster, where Buzz, as the “Prize Baby of Vine County,” awaited them in his car, which was very handsome,—one would never have dreamed it was only a large wash-tub strapped to a coaster; flowers and cloth do make such wonderful changes if handled with art!,Mrs. Mifsud, in the lead of the rescuing party, ran through the garden gate in time to see St. Elmo fall headlong, his feet having become entangled in the long rank grass near the fence.,“Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp.,“Moses, yer manners is shockin’, did you expect to be sarved the best piece when company’s here?”,“You don’t want to see your mother now, do you, boy? No more do you feel like jabbering with Bess at our table. Come over to the hotel, and we’ll lunch together.”,The eloquent teacher looked to see some immediate tangible effect from this bald statement of the result of Jonah’s disobedience, and during her recital gazed sternly on Pat Bliggins and Pete Stohway as objects the most in need of her oratory.,“Never mind, son; we expected to take some one.”,“No; but I stop here sometimes. Are you afraid of ghosts?”,“Glory must git better, nothin’s no fun no more,” blurted Moses.,“Hurry up, Moses,” she called, as soon as her joy had subsided, “git those pipes finished an’ go arfter yor chores.”,“But some people like their work, don’t they?” May Nell persisted. She was exploring strange country.,Moses’ teeth chattered. It was not cold, but wash-day meant to the unhappy boy a dismal round of duties..