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“I reckon Joner hadn’t any too much light,” opined Mrs. Wopp.,“My religion’s purty well wartered now, I guess,” said Moses, sheepishly, to Clarence, who met him at the end of the fateful corridor. That youth had followed his country friend from the Sunday-school hall, but not in time to direct his erring steps.,The story had fairly begun when Mrs. Wopp, Nell Gordon and Mrs. Bliggins could be heard coming up the ladder.,“O, Dadsie,” was the reply, “this is recital afternoon, you know.”,“Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp.,“You must do it,” he spelled. His stiffened fingers must have carried authority, for she nodded; and he saw her get a chair and stand with it, ready to do his bidding.,“Nothin’.”,“Who is Mr. Zalhamber?” asked Howard, as though he had forgotten his existence.,“This froth looks like soapsuds,” he complained.,“Didn’t know you had a family, Mr. Newman.”,“Lady of the Lake?” she finished quickly in a question. “Do you know that, too? I love it.”,“But you don’t feel so now, my son. Jimmy will soon be well; you, too. Then you can talk with him about it. Rest, now; that is your first duty,” she comforted, and left him..