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“A whale is a fish bigger nor a house,” answered Pete, with ready assurance.,“Did you hev a good time in the city larst week, Mis’ Mifsud?” asked Mrs. Wopp, politely.,“My father didn’t let my mother work when he was alive; but he—he died.” Billy bent lower over his weeding, and both were quiet.,“Oh, I was havin’ lots of fun watchin’ the dancin’,” returned Betty rising with childish alacrity. The wistful look that belied her words disappeared like magic.,“You hitch Jethro to yer ole ’xpress waggon, ’n I’ll hitch Job to a prune-box with spool-wheels,” suggested Betty.,Diligently as Betty had tended this little garden, it was considered to be a family possession, the child’s own particular treasures lying beyond its fragrant border. Her cherished morning-glories and climbing nasturtiums found a welcome support in the old wooden fence.,He feeds his horse on corn and beans.,“Here, slow-pokes, drop yer carrots in this here bin.” He indicated an empty oat-bin.,Then scartter seeds of kindness,,“They’d look purtier, Glory, ef you’d put more colors in,” commented Mrs. Wopp.,“‘One burnished sheet of living gold,,“Oh ’bout the fairies an’ stars an’ lovely things that grownups know nothin’ about.”.