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When Moses, accompanied by his small attendant, returned to his unfinished task in the garden, he found Betty still at work. She was weeding the pansy bed. St. Elmo clapped his chubby hands in delight.,There was room on the slip of paper for only this last item, so numerous had been the demands, during this busy day, on Mr. Wopp’s memory.,“But there aren’t any deer,” the little girl objected. “What will you do for,“But you said you would take me to him. I thought you knew where he is.”,“Why do you think he would have whipped you?”,Mr. Wopp in the meantime had seated himself on the other side of Betty and was busy taking notes on the dance then in progress. “It was so interestin” he said, “and the poetry might come in handy.” The dance was called “Captain Jinks.”,“Giving music lessons isn’t work. I’d love to do that.”,Mrs. Bennett bade him good-night, and left him to the stars and the quiet night. Her heart was still sore for the little boy of the past, yet a strange joy came to her; the thoughtful, observant, earnest man had heralded his coming. She should be very proud of him.,Supper over and dishes hurried out of sight, the floor was once more cleared and the real business of the evening was resumed.,Howard gravely did as ordered.,Betty watching her, thought she had never seen “Mar” look so handsome and she thoroughly appreciated the cause.,“Oh, she’ll eat when she gets hungry, never fear.”.