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“But it’s a secret,” she whispered in smothered distress. “Please to go!”,Betty playfully thrust a small forefinger into one of the fresh biscuits on the table and bore it, impaled on the rosy weapon, triumphantly to her plate. This was for the amusement of Moses, but instead of laughing as he was expected to do, he eyed his little sister with assumed indifference.,“But it’s a secret,” she whispered in smothered distress. “Please to go!”,As Mrs. Wopp was preparing for bed that night, she recalled the sensation the sight of her reckless offspring had given her.,In the matter of the next adventure, Moses’ feet were fast approaching that degree known as freezing point. But spurred on by the resolute will of his sister he rose to the occasion of a chariot race, adapted from “Ben Hur.” They had never forgotten the thrill they had experienced when one day at Mrs. Mifsud’s house the nephew of that good lady, with city-bred art, had recited in melodramatic fashion “Ben Hur’s Chariot Race.”,This account of the abruptly ended career of her predecessor was somewhat disturbing to Nell.,“Huh!” grunted Moses, “your ole turkey aint worth an eyestrain.”,“What’s matter’s Gordon?” he enquired anxiously.,“Hurt?”,Having thus disposed of Jonah to her own evident satisfaction, and having as she considered, given much valuable instruction, Mrs. Wopp proceeded to question the children.,“Ah Miss Gordon, I see you love the music too,” he murmured in her ear.,“Wisht I had two bits.”.