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“Be keerful how you shoot that checker Betty or we’re goin’ to git beat,” admonished Moses. He found himself opposed to no mean antagonists.,The chinking began in earnest. Moses stood, turning till each freckle on his ruddy face shone with honest sweat.,CHAPTER VI.—AN EVENING IN THE WOPP PARLOR.,Howard gravely did as ordered.,“Some of the real stuff,” he requested, “just to make these folks realize they haven’t begun to live yet.”,“Won’t you sing something else, Mrs. Wopp.” Nell was growing uncomfortable under Betty’s reference to the unburnished state of her cloud.,Max furnished the milk. “I haf gif mine cow much sugar to make dot milk sweet for Pilly to-day,” he explained happily to Mrs. Bennett.,“You are one simp,” he comforted, at the same time putting his own overcoat about the shivering boy.,“Won’t you dive Elmo some wed ones, too?” he pleaded.,Billy ran off full of vague expectation born of his mother’s smile. No one in all the country round, not even Harold Prettyman, whose father had the finest farm in Vine County, had such a splendid place to play as the Bennetts’ back lot that sloped down to Runa Creek. As Billy slammed the gate and bounded out on a huge boulder that hung over the creek, a sounding cheer greeted him from below.,As that long-suffering Mrs. Wopp wiped up the last traces of the chase she observed, “Moses’ footprints is twict as big as Betty’s, but hern is twict as many. They’ll shore git inter jist as much mischief, but Praise be! They’re both toein’ in the right d’rection.”,“Well I’m not going to stay an’ play kid games,” Jimmy retorted loftily, and turned away..