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“Well, papa did. If he was alive he’d be giving it to me about now, good and plenty.”,By this time, Nell was struggling with a dish of hard underdone crab-apples. She chased a refractory apple round and round in its small dish. Finally, with a feeling of triumph, she brought the apple to a halt. Alas! it did not yield to the prodding of the spoon, but bounced up and with an accuracy worthy of a better cause, landed on the eye of Howard Eliot. Betty, all this time feasting her eyes on the new-comer, and enjoying the unusual opulence of the table, burst into hearty laughter.,However, the stove-pipe was at last cleaned and ready to put up. Moses’ moroseness had by now developed into a complaint, the chief symptoms of which were sniffling and coughing.,“No; I’ll do it first thing to-morrow.” He tried vainly to change the subject. “I—”,Thus adjured by his father the elocutionist began in a loud dramatic voice:,“Ugh! Confound their impudence, I’ll make them listen yet to something else than rag.”,“He was a real little cat Moses, wasn’t he? And you—you must be Pharaoh’s son instead of daughter.” The child laughed and clapped her hands.,“No; I can’t recall what I said.”,Billy read the note several times. He knew that Jimmy meant much more than the words said; it was his offer of the “olive branch.” And Billy, thinking over that miserable afternoon, wondered again how it had been possible for him to feel such murderous hate for anything living. And for Jimmy! His mate at school, in play! The picture came to him of Jackson crying, of Vilette,—yes, it was not strange he had been angry. But it was not his duty to punish; even if it had been, he knew he had forgotten Jackson and Vilette, forgotten everything except the rage of the fight. Why was it? Older heads than Billy’s have asked in sorrow that same question after the madness of some angry deed has passed to leave in its wake sleepless remorse.,To stay the cloud that began to gather over Moses’ brow, Howard suggested going to see a vaudeville show.,“Hooray, Billy! Thirteen to-morrow! But this is the day we celebrate!”,The bun in question must have had great dynamic force, the tail of Jethro bearing evidence to the internal power generated..