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“What’s Jeth perched up there fer, Par?” demanded the boy.,“Like the lazy coward he is,” Billy tartly interrupted.,Now a steamboat was on hand. At odd times for weeks, Billy, Harold, and one or two other boys, under secrecy of lock and key, had been slowly bringing to completion a wonderful structure.,“Take care ole boy, you’ll trip on yer lip in another minute.”,The ladder fairly creaked under the portly lady, and Miss Gordon felt relieved when the loft was reached in safety. Mrs. Bliggins made no remark, but smiled placidly. The three stood at the landing and listened to the childish entertainer.,“Salute your partner, swing—your partner.” Mrs. Wopp who had expected “Swing on the corner,” had seized the unfortunate Mr. Wopp and in spite of his struggles was spinning him violently around, while their respective partners stood and looked helplessly on.,“An’ where did you hear it, my dear?” she queried, cautiously feeling her way.,“Miss Gordon done it, I know,” whispered Betty, clasping and unclasping her hands, “she’s not a school-teacher at orl, she’s jist a fairy growed up, an’ Mar’s a fairy godmother!”,CHAPTER III.—A DAY AT SCHOOL.,A whoop startled her and she turned to see a handsome boy racing up on a brown pony, also carrying a basket.,“Mary an’ Martha hev jist gone along to ring them shinin’ bells.”,“My eye!” exclaimed Clarence, mockingly shading his eyes from his sister’s radiance, “She’s got her joy-bells on, what’s the stunt?”.