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CHAPTER XIX.—BETTY’S ILLNESS.,“Last November.”,“Pull it tighter.”,St. Elmo’s face brightened with intelligence. He broke into the story to give a graphic account of how a little yellow chicken of his sister’s had got “dwownded” in the pig-trough.,“Last November.”,Ebenezer Wopp was the last silent word in patient masculinity, but his face, becoming darker with his work, would lead an onlooker to believe that sinister thoughts were struggling to find expression.,“Can’t I see the faywies some time, Betty?” asked St. Elmo.,The child was gifted in this most elemental of the arts, and her histrionic ability carried along the interest of her listeners even when the printed matter on the back of the paper interfered with the clearness of the picture. Her imagination bolstered up the defects of dry facts.,“But they are dead,” Jimmy protested.,“Mith Wopp, had Jonah any little girlth or boyth at home?”,Billy made no reply. He wondered if he ought to stay at home.,“But Mrs. Carter’ll expect—” Billy began, yet stopped, for the physician was laughing..