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“Here Mosey,” said Betty, “is a tin crown. You can fasten it on with this wire. See?”,What if the Italians should be there? Impossible. Surely they would be on the mountain fighting fire. What if the door should be locked? The thought made him tremble, yet he hurried on and softly tried the handle. It would not open!,[42]Mrs. Bennett did not know, as her son did, that the retort touched a sore fact. Jimmy’s eyes darkened with the look that had earned for him the name of “Sour.” Yet in spite of this he had a fine, strong face.,“Sure!” Billy assented, heartily. “I take it back about old Sir Thomas; I guess they’re equal partners, after all.”,“Who is Mr. Zalhamber?” asked Howard, as though he had forgotten his existence.,Yet almost before the prayer was breathed the child with incredible swiftness scudded across the bending board and stood safe by his side!,“But there aren’t any deer,” the little girl objected. “What will you do for,CHAPTER II THE SATURDAY GANG,“Betty dimples in an’ out, like Mar’s dough,” he remarked, joyously, “she’s shore gittin’ better.”,“Come here Betty, till I clean yer face. Where is that boy Moses? I know he had a hand in this. Drat him anyhow,” said the incensed Mrs. Wopp.,‘Fix me the apple on his head’.”,Moses’ opinion, repressed, however, in his bursting bosom, was of a like complexion, only much more vivid. He was hesitating between the liquid verge of tears and the lambent verge of profane utterance..