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Moses’ opinion, repressed, however, in his bursting bosom, was of a like complexion, only much more vivid. He was hesitating between the liquid verge of tears and the lambent verge of profane utterance.,“His tail’s druv in too far fer to waggle much though,” returned Moses eyeing the diminutive stump.,Moses suspended operations on the woodpile and leaned against it. “Huh,” he grunted with masculine superiority, “all girls think of is looks. Some of them sorft lookin’ teachers is the wust when it comes to lickin’ the kids. You can’t jedge a hoss by his hide.”,“Sure. All the kids. But Clarence especially,—he’s my son, you know.” Billy grinned.,The man swore and looked for a cudgel.,May Nell plays teacher,“No, no, the Fo’castle! I—Here they come!” Billy set down some cups with dangerous haste and ran out.,Viewing the upturned swill-pail, she suddenly became cynical.,“P’raps I’ll hinder more than help,” Howard answered, grasping Mrs. Wopp’s outstretched hand and looking questioningly at Nell.,She had made the box herself of small pieces of wood, the lid was nailed on and was provided with a wide inviting-looking slit so that coins of large denomination could be deposited therein.,“A new kind of hen,” retorted Moses.,Moses, once seated, speedily overtook the other members of the family. Betty looked at him gravely and remarked, “Moses says nothin’ buts eats purty steady on.”.