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“I suppose you have a large farm, Mr. Wopp,” said Nell Gordon.,“She’d like fust-rate to come, but Glory be! She’d want ter fetch her pet turkey and Jethro.”,“All over the house does she put them?” the child asked after she had snipped a fragrant heap.,CHAPTER XIX.—BETTY’S ILLNESS.,Mrs. Wopp was overcome with laughter at the bare memory of the picture her irate husband had presented.,“None too strong. But she’s picking up since the doctor gave her a tonic,” was the reply.,“No worse ’n you, I reckon,” was the rueful response. Billy’s appearance justified Jimmy’s speech; for freckles were standing out large and ghastly from one or two very white spots on the younger boy’s battered face. “Can you get home alone?”,Which last order was the signal for a giddy frolic. Finally, “Everybody promenade, you know where,” and the dancers joined the spectators on the benches.,Though these and similar remarks seemed rather personal no resentment was felt by anybody.,At this juncture there was a knock at the door. It was Howard Eliot who had called for Nell.,“Hurry up, Moses,” she called, as soon as her joy had subsided, “git those pipes finished an’ go arfter yor chores.”,Mrs. Wopp, as was usual at the morning meal, appeared with her greyish-red hair tortured with curl papers. After depositing the appetizing breakfast dish on the table she thrust her head out of a window and called lustily, “Come on Moses the perkelater’s perkin’ an’ the bacon’s sizzlin’ on the plate.”.