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While the strains of this enlivening classic were issuing from the asthmatic instrument, Moses and Betty in the more secular atmosphere of the hall were trying to fit the time to “Old Dan Tucker” their favorite dance.,This conversation took place in Billy’s shop, a room adjoining the wood-house and given over to his use. Nothing short of the world in the second verse of Genesis was equal to the chaos of that place. Every conceivable scrap and job lot of “truck” was there in a jumbled heap; and Billy was never happier than when mussing it over in search of “material”; in greasy overalls and crownless hat, whistling merrily, bringing forth to substance and form the inventions of his busy brain.,“Moses, I hear yer Par comin’ with the hay,” announced Mrs. Wopp, suddenly. “You’ll hev to go help him with it.”,Moses stared, wondering at this unusual compliment.,“Jiminy whiz! This is my very last week of boy; next week I’ll have to be a man,” he said gloomily.,Suddenly, all heads were raised and a sigh of satisfaction escaped Mrs. Wopp’s lips.,“Don’t feel so bad, Chick,” he comforted; “it won’t bring them to life, and it hurts you. That’s why you don’t grow faster; your feelings eats up all your blood.”,“I got an orful cold, goin’ in an’ out so orften,” he complained.,“I did hunt the aigs,” lied the unhappy Moses who was afraid he was going to miss something.,The shower was over in a few moments and all prepared to leave the barn for the house.,“Moses! Betty! Time fer school!” called Mrs. Wopp. Betty, satisfied that after Moses’ frenzied ministrations she was quite presentable, hastened into the house. Moses fled into the yard where he became very active splitting wood, his guilty conscience adding efficiency to his arm.,“Are—are you hurt bad, Jimmy?” came in a quaking voice..