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All were silent for a little. Most of them had been more than once to San Francisco’s celebrated dealer in sweets.,Another time he would have gone quickly enough, for he liked work as little as the average boy, often shirked it; though when he forgot himself in his task, the joy of doing it well held him to it. But May Nell’s coming and the added expense still troubled him; and it was a resolute face he turned to his mother. “No, mamma, you shan’t get down on your marrow bones to these old floors. It’s only me that needs to go on the knees, you know.” His eyes twinkled.,“Oh, Miss Gordon, here’s my name,” announced Betty, excitedly, pointing to a central part of the quilt. “An’ here’s yours right clost to it.”,Not all at once but slowly, with mother’s tact, Mrs. Bennett won the little heart to partial peace; and when the gate clicked, and Billy’s voice was heard, she was almost gay. “I must be laughing when they come in,” she whispered, “so they won’t see the tears in my eyes and think I am unthankful.”,The pictures that followed were of fairies and sprites irresistible to childish minds.,“What’s Jeth perched up there fer, Par?” demanded the boy.,“Yes. You see, she rents some of the rooms, and she says they must look extra nice on Sunday so the men won’t mosey off to the saloons.”,“But if your steamer works you don’t want its secrets peddled round; and girls always blab.”,“‘The sturdy oak and ash unite’;,“And help?” May Nell asked, eagerly.,As Mrs. Wopp adjusted her bonnet before leaving the house, she gave minute instructions to Mr. Wopp.,Betty who secretly preferred to trip the light fantastic toe in this manner, maintained a discreet silence..