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“His tail’s druv in too far fer to waggle much though,” returned Moses eyeing the diminutive stump.,This suggestion called for a general discussion. One or two very conservative ladies were not sure that a young man who so frequently played a prominent part at dances should also figure in church affairs. It might bring a curse on them. However, as there was no immediate need for decision, the subject was abandoned.,“Billy, my little, little boy!” She lifted the tousled head and pressed her cheek close against his.,“Well now Howard Eliot I carnt see nothin’ in that to larf at. It is grand readin’. Do read another,” said Mrs. Wopp.,Then Moses commenced. He ran up and down a chromatic scale of puffs and groans and sniffles, ending with a cadence that sounded like, “Gosh dern!”,“Naw Nosey,” he retorted, “there ain’t no bun to break in two, the dorg is outside the bun already.”,That was not difficult, for the soft silk slipped into a knot as strong as if tied in hemp.,He swung his book-strap in greeting to his mother while rolling more slowly up the rose-bordered path to the veranda. He thought his mother’s face looked tired; but the smile there welcomed him warmly, and he forgot the tired look with her first words.,CHAPTER II THE SATURDAY GANG,The shower was over in a few moments and all prepared to leave the barn for the house.,“Geegustibus! You kids are doin’ a fine job,” Billy encouraged, as he walked by the line of little bending, sweating backs. “There never was a railroad built on the square like this. Contractors on time; men a-workin’ that’s got brains an’ ain’t afraid to use ’em. Jiminy crickets, it’s fine!”,“The fairies might git cross,” countered Betty..