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KL Chart Download +128K “Glory be! It’s pulled apart at the other end!” ejaculated the perspiring assistant.,The man faced her abruptly. “The devil he knows!”,“O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek.,A loud whisper from Pete Stolway disturbed the orator.,Moses stared, wondering at this unusual compliment.，Jean was the Goddess of Liberty; Shifty and another larger boy the steeds that pulled her car. But boys and box wagon were so smothered in bunting that only the Goddess was conspicuous, standing, well-balanced, stately, and fair.，After this vigorous onslaught upon the quondam admirer of Nell, Mrs. Wopp ordered Moses to help her prepare the spare room on the ground-floor for the young rancher.，“This aint got poultry in it nor moosic nor nothin’,” complained one small youth. Moses made several further attempts to comply with the modest request of his teacher and at last each child held in grubby hands a book of quaint verses glorified by the tonic sol fah.“There’s a little secret about work; with grown-ups it is often their play; and they like it.”

“Poor little Billy! You’ve had a hard night of it.”,“Moses, here with that pie,” called the gratified Mrs. Wopp, “Yer par wants some.”,In the blessin’s of to-day,,“Salute your partner,” yelled Geordie Hodgekiss, the first caller-off.,“He must have gone to Clarence in the barn,” concluded Maria, setting off at a run.,Mr. Wopp, goaded to desperation, breathed audibly his opinion regarding pipe-fitting. Diogenes in one of his periodical excursions from his tub would have been glad to category that remark as an honest man’s attitude, at least toward certain jobs.,“Pull it tighter.”,“Bring him here.” The man stepped out and laid his hand on a sapling that grew beside the Lodge. May Nell followed with the dog.,“Please, Mister, my nose was bleedin’ an’ I lorst my way lookin’ fer warter, an’ here I am on Jording’s stormy banks.”,“Sure. All the kids. But Clarence especially,—he’s my son, you know.” Billy grinned.,“Oh, the kids’—boys’ dogs are mostly old or else too fat to run, like Bouncer. I guess the rabbit can get away,—too soon, perhaps. We’ll have you for Fair Ellen.”,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?”.