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The magic name won the day. Bess was ever dreaming of the land of mystery, whose pictured daughters of old she resembled; and the chance to masquerade in its atmosphere lured her.,Here Mrs. Wopp related for the hundredth time the account of the ketchup disaster.,“Well, Miss Smith, are you alone here?”,Moses, his feelings by this time wrought to a state of down-right rebellion, grasped a pail in either hand and sought the peaceful atmosphere of the river.,He outrivalled all his efforts of the week, being recalled again and again. Betty was delighted with the nods and smiles that the great man was directing towards Nell and herself and Mrs. Newman; but from his attitude and the blushes of Nell, more than one in the audience knew who was the fountain of his inspiration. The hopes of one stalwart young man in particular rapidly fell to zero.,Clarence, however, when questioned, declared, “I haven’t seen the little shaver since dinner.”,“This milk happens to be cream. I’ve been wondering what kind of a dessert will take all this.”,“I dassent do it, Betty,” replied Moses. “Anyhow this ole pair of scissors ’d do the job better.”,Presently, Moses made for the yard and on his way, offered tribute to Betty by standing on his head on the mat at the door.,CHAPTER XVI.—MOSES HAS EXCITING EXPERIENCES.,A tall, lean, loose-jointed, large-limbed man was enjoying the frosty air and walked briskly humming a gay tune. All at once he found his face upturned to the glorious blue sky and a youthful voice reached his ear, “Did you see the telegraph pole sail over that icy spot?” Then another voice equally youthful, but with a distinct absence of city polish, answered, “Betcher life I seen him, wouldn’t of missed it fer a punkin pie, he’s lookin’ fer gopher holes in the ground yet.”,“Golly! They’re working all night. I—ought to—help—to-morrow. I—” He slept again with his good resolution half made..