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“What does that mean?” queried Moses.,Ebenezer Wopp was the last silent word in patient masculinity, but his face, becoming darker with his work, would lead an onlooker to believe that sinister thoughts were struggling to find expression.,“I’m chored from mornin’ till night, an’ arfter I go to sleep I do some more chorin’ jist to keep my hand in.” Moses was in a distinctly peevish mood.,“Cows have a long tale. They wave it and it keeps there back cool, sometimes they wave it to keep off flies and other insecks. Cows cannot run as fast as a hoarse but if she is chasing you she seems to be running very fast. If she chases you pick up a tin can or pale and hit on it with a stone. The cow will then stampeed. Cows have four feet called hoofs. They are useful for walking this is all I know about cows.”,“This froth looks like soapsuds,” he complained.,Moses, who was still in the dark as to the exact character of the entertainment planned, was all eagerness to get preliminaries over.,Vina was no exception. Ball games, church collections, children’s mite societies, girls sewing, boys running errands, each and all helped with the relief work.,An enlarged crayon portrait in a wide gilt frame of Moses as a baby in a state of round cherubic innocent nudity, had been added recently to the mural decorations and was especially well covered with cloths.,“That’s you, papa,” Clarence piped, as an anxious post warning.,“What’ll I sing Betty?”,Viewing the upturned swill-pail, she suddenly became cynical.,He felt his mother start. “You’re too young for hard work, Billy; you do enough as it is.”.