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“Open window.”,“You keep still, Betsey! I’m going to watch!” he exclaimed, as if some one had spoken.,Moses was whistling a dismal discordant air in the backyard when the voice of his mother smote his ears.,Presently Clarence caught up to him and bore him down a side street lest further attempts at apology should cause him to again accost the irate stranger.,The chinking began in earnest. Moses stood, turning till each freckle on his ruddy face shone with honest sweat.,Lying in silent disdain on his familiar cushion, Flash, as the “Polar Bear,” did equally well; while Bouncer fretted between the fills of the home-made, bunting-draped chariot that served as “The Polar Bear’s Snowy Lair of the North.”,“Not a bit!” His words were strangely impatient. “I’ve got to find her!” He started past them.,“Well, I’ll see,” replied Moses, but as he plunged his hand again into his pocket the cheerful jingle of coins stirred his masculine sense of ownership to profounder depths and he frowned and turned on his heel.,CHAPTER I.—MRS. WOPP’S HOSPITALITY.,“Obedience, thy name is cats,” Billy preached solemnly.,Everything at the dinner table was in keeping to Betty’s eyes, from the translucent china cups to the dainty blown bubbles of confection served with ice-cream; all so fragile that even one of her small brown fingers might crush them. She laughed as she thought of the annihilating effect, should Moses appear. The ices and the angel cake and the concocted kisses of whiteof-egg confirmed in her mind the suspicion that her wonderful holiday was a dream. “So your name is Betty Wopp?”,Involved and intricate variations of “Holy smoke!” made the air sulphureous as a swaying piece of wire caught his shoulder and tore a large gash in his shirt..