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“You can send some one after us, a man—not you, not either of you,” he called back over his shoulder, and was soon out of sight.,“Ah Miss Gordon, I see you love the music too,” he murmured in her ear.,“But I don’t wish May Nell away, mother, do you?”,“That boy’ll sartinly spill the tea,” prophecied Mrs. Wopp, with laughing pessimism.,“That’s a string bass.”,“Jimmy.”,“I c’d eat a rhindoceros,” he confided to Clarence.,Jean was the Goddess of Liberty; Shifty and another larger boy the steeds that pulled her car. But boys and box wagon were so smothered in bunting that only the Goddess was conspicuous, standing, well-balanced, stately, and fair.,“Papa went away to South America when I was eight. He told me I must be very wise and help mama to do what was right,—sometimes she does take my advice, you know. I’ve tried to be brave so God would bring her back to me; but my braveness isn’t very strong yet, or I wouldn’t cry so, would I?” she questioned, with a teary little smile.,“Why doesn’t your mama have a man to take care of the grounds?” she questioned after she had told him something of her parents and home.,A kindly man held her by the hand, yet he was evidently a stranger to her.,“Awfully hard, Billy. Some of them had ‘grief swimming in their eyes.’”.