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“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled.,“You don’t catch Billy asleep,” said George, siding with the victorious.,“Do you understand them Betty?”,“I like Sunday School best ’cause I do things there.”,Mrs. Bennett smiled. She thought they could have had no trouble in locating Billy.,Before answering, Mr. Wopp solemnly handed Moses first the reins then the dog, after which he slowly and carefully descended himself.,He sat by the table in his dressing-room with angry storm-swept countenance. He had been capturing loud plaudits with his rag-time, until intoxicated with success, he swept into a tornado of music by Moskowski. The applause died away; two ladies in the front row began chatting. The enraged artist jumped from the piano-stool, and shouting “Pigs!” raced from the platform.,What more might he do to hasten the Saturday work? He could not chop the kindling or fill the wood boxes. The weeding! It was behind. Both mother and sister had reminded him repeatedly, but he had forgotten. Only yesterday his sister had made tidy the flower beds that flanked the house; but the melons, the vegetables,—they were not done, and that would make no noise.,“And could he beat the old gentleman?” inquired Nell Gordon, vastly entertained.,“Here, Mose, hoi’ this here jint while I fit the next one inter it.” A tongue-twisting silence ensued.,“Surely Billy has earned it, Mrs. Bennett,” Mr. Smith urged.,“Oh, the song ’bout the clouds rollin’ away,” she yawned, “I want everybody to be happy.” She looked at her teacher and Nell wondered if the child had read her heart and had seen its unhappiness..