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“Jimmy.”,“Billy! I’ll tell you what let’s do; we’ll make a circus ourselves!”,Several ladies of the district were already busy “scttin’ up” the quilt when Mrs. Wopp and her satellites entered the Mifsud parlor.,“I have to help sister, you know.”,“Your nose is out of joint, Edith! I’ve got a new sister.” But his eyes belied his blunt words.,And that night after school, when May Nell’s little wardrobe was all packed,—not without a slight baptism of Edith’s tears,—and waiting for the morning train, Mr. Smith came in and put a ceremonious looking document into Billy’s hand.,“Grand chain,” bawled Geordie evidently feeling his importance, “dos-et-dos, ladies’ chain, swing on the corners, and put some feelin’ in your step.,“His tail’s druv in too far fer to waggle much though,” returned Moses eyeing the diminutive stump.,“Did you see the fine bin of carrots, Mar?” inquired Betty.,All went well for some blocks. There was a flattering audience at each front door; a few honored the pageant by following. These were mostly mothers of the younger children, who knew the possibilities of such an aggregation of animals and boys.,After supper, Betty was sought diligently, but without success. At last Moses discovered her underneath the huge red tablecloth that covered the dining-room table. She was sound asleep on the floor with Jethro in her arms and his head on her bosom. Her face was smeared with tear-stains.,“Jethro barks with his mouth an’ smiles with his tail,” said Betty..