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“I hope my breakfast won’t be quite so—”,Moses reappeared with a tray. The tea had been spilled as foretold by his Mother, but sufficient was left for the party. Betty drank from a dainty cup, her little finger straight and rigid as was fitting for the delicate hand-painted china.,But Mrs. Bennett wasn’t blaming any one; she didn’t really know what the excitement was all about.,Molly enjoyed the attentions of Betty and contentedly chewed her cud. Whenever Betty leaned forward to caress the camel, Molly rolled out some square inches of tongue and licked the glowing cheek of her little mistress. An altogether adorable if somewhat familiar camel was the old black cow.,But Mrs. Bennett wasn’t blaming any one; she didn’t really know what the excitement was all about.,Friction and mustard, hot water bags without and hot tea within soon set Billy’s teeth at rest.,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.,“The robin is jist the carinest bird,” she added.,“Oh!” interposed Betty, “but they didn’t throw a sorft stone. I don’t b’lieve in sorft answers no more.”,“Golly! They’re working all night. I—ought to—help—to-morrow. I—” He slept again with his good resolution half made.,“Not in the house; in this room, yes.”,Mrs. Bennett heard anxiety in the voices of the visitors, and came out..