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“Let’s all go to the parlor, Mar, and hev some music. It isn’t every evenin’ we hev company,” said Mr. Wopp.,“Hold your grouch, Sour,” Harold expostulated.,The water would soon be low enough, he decided, though the end of the suspension foot-bridge hung very near surface. The rains had come in a sudden flood that year, delaying sport he had planned, in which the island was to play an important part.,“Never mind Mosey, yer heart don’t need fixin’ anyhow,” comforted Betty.,In the blessin’s of to-day,,May Nell looked at him a minute before speaking. “You like doing things, but you don’t like work. Isn’t work doing things?”,“No, no, the Fo’castle! I—Here they come!” Billy set down some cups with dangerous haste and ran out.,“I think the linin’ of Miss Gordon’s cloud needs polishin’ these days,” ventured Betty, shyly.,“An orful good-natured tied-in-at-the-waist critter, aint it?” commented Moses.,“Put a nose an’ eyes over his own planner an’ you’d think there’s the man hisself,” flung back Mrs. Wopp.,They looked at her a minute, dropped reluctantly to the floor, and retired.,“O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek..