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Behind the Mifsuds followed a few other parishioners.,“Hello, Billy To-morrow! Why didn’t you do that mowing last night? You said you were going to.” He dismounted, tied the pony to the post, and went inside; and one saw that in spite of jeers the boys were friends.,“Aint that wonderful Miss Gordon? An’ Betty never had a lesson in her life. She jist naterly takes to music,” said Mrs. Wopp complacently.,“When Joner got to Jopper, bein’ an honest man, he paid his fare.”,“When Moses is growed up, Mar, I think it ’ud be jist lovely fer him to be in the Mounted P’lice. He’s so clever at findin’ things an’ he’d look jist grand in the clothes,” enthused Betty.,“Is theh faywies wound heah, Betty? Can they see us?” inquired the little boy in awe-struck tones.,“Who is Mr. Zalhamber?” asked Howard, as though he had forgotten his existence.,“Here’s Mis’ Mifsud an’ St. Elmo comin’ in the buckboard,” he announced.,“Whoa, Josh! Whoa, Jake!” he roared, apparently exerting himself to the utmost to hold in the skittish pair, but in reality giving a few practised touches on the reins which defeated his commands.,“She must come to visit us sometime.”,“How in the name of orl the aporstles did that hen git in there?” questioned Mrs. Wopp.,CHAPTER VII.—THE LITTLE CHURCH IN THE COULEE..