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Mrs. Wopp drew the green curtains together and turned to the smallest girl in the class.,Acting on this timely suggestion, Mrs. Wopp deposited the mischievous youths on small chairs, one on each side of her table, directly under her watchful eye. Cracking nuts seemed to have been the special proposed form of amusement for the afternoon. By the end of five minutes the substitute teacher had set several large noisy paper bags on the window ledge.,He tidied himself, bade his mother good-bye, and followed the girls to rehearsal.,“Mith Wopp, had Jonah any little girlth or boyth at home?”,CHAPTER XVI THE BRIDGE TO SAFETY,“Are you hurt?” Billy spelled with the hand alphabet every boy and girl knows.,“There’s a better way,” Billy called, when the deputy leading started to climb back as he had come. “Follow the creek; there’s a trail.”,“Better quit tarlkin’, Moses, an’ let the picter show go on so’s we kin hev supper, everythin’s laid an’ ready.”,“Why, I wonder? She used to watch us at it and laugh.”,“I don’t know what’s the matter,—I’m drowned, I guess.” His teeth rattled, and the hand he put out to her was icy cold.,“Mar said she’d like to see the sights too onct again,” said Moses, watching with the air of an investigator the wart on his hand grow pale as he punched it with his finger, “It seemed so lonesome-like soon as Betty an’ Miss Gordon left, Mar says, says she, ‘Let’s go plum to Calgary ourselves’.” This diplomatic stroke crowned Moses’ arguments and his case was won.,“A perfectly gorgeous occasion,” Bess supplemented..