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Through the Stygian darkness of the loft loomed the figure of Mrs. Wopp, a white apron of huge dimensions indicating her presence. She made as though to descend the ladder.,“She must come to visit us sometime.”,“Yer a reglar Mis’ Barnum,” he praised. Whereupon the enterprising program-maker began to devise new and more wonderful side-shows for her admirer.,“Huh!” grunted Moses, “your ole turkey aint worth an eyestrain.”,“You must do it,” he spelled. His stiffened fingers must have carried authority, for she nodded; and he saw her get a chair and stand with it, ready to do his bidding.,Nell’s answer was somehow strangely muffled.,Lastly came Moses’ turn to pay the admission fee, and with a shame-faced expression he dropped several silver coins into the box held in Betty’s hand. Her face was a study in feminine triumph as Moses mumbled, “I aint got no carrots, so here’s my pay to git in ter yer little ole show.”,A whoop startled her and she turned to see a handsome boy racing up on a brown pony, also carrying a basket.,CHAPTER XVII BILLY TO-DAY,You can bet your old sweet life,,“This here flower aint a mornin’-glory, but the leaves is mighty like it, an’ the flowers is jist as purty.” Moses explained.,“I must of looked like that Lize or the picter couldn’t of been took.” Ruefully he rubbed his bald crown..