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“Not till evening; but there’s the lawn.”,“Elmo saw some gween and white faywies,” he fabricated, “and wanted Mudgie to see them too.”,“I think you’ve broke my neck, kid,” he said, feebly, as quaking Billy helped him to his feet.,“O, Mar, jist a teeny-weeny brown crust, it carn’t hurt me.”,“Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp.,Her birthday would fall on the last Saturday in September and she was sure to be allowed a party. Each guest could be secretly advised to bring as many carrots as could be conveniently carried to gain entrance to “The greatest movin’ picter gallery in the world, where fairies an’ birds an’ flowers would act an’ tarlk.” The carrots so obtained could be auctioned off to the adults present, and Betty felt sure that her mother, seeing her carrots were not a success, would give a high price for the succulent vegetables. A discreet hint must also be thrown out that anyone not so fortunate as to be the possessor of a spare carrot could bring silver.,Nell’s mirth at Betty’s choice of a hymn could be stifled no longer. Howard’s studied aloofness yielded before her laughter and the hand that was not supporting Betty caught and pressed the small dimpled fingers of Nell.,“Hooray, Billy! Thirteen to-morrow! But this is the day we celebrate!”,“Not yet, but they must all go to-night.”,As that energetic lady bustled about the kitchen the same evening setting the bread, her voice rose in a series of trills and other embellishments as she sang “Where is my wanderin’ boy to-night?”,“And Bouncer’s here,” May Nell added, hugging the dog affectionately.,“Why doesn’t the Gang come, mamma?” he asked, returning the kiss he knew was one ahead for his natal day..