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He tidied himself, bade his mother good-bye, and followed the girls to rehearsal.,It was too bad! There could be no show in the barn. But the band was still lusty, the trick ponies remained, the boys and girls were eager to talk it over, and—the procession had been a success!,“O, that chestnut!” scornfully ejaculated Isobel.,“Howard Eliot may larf, but I think these writin’s is real clever.” Mrs. Wopp grew thoughtful, “Moses’ Aunt Lucindy’s cousin, by marriage, had talents fer literatoor. But the pore girl married an undertaker an’ she writ no more.”,“Wot fer? You girls is alius thinkin’ o’ money.” Moses clinked the nickels in his pocket with the air of a Vanderfeller. Betty’s voice became wheedling.,“Lots o’ them, St. Elmo. I seen some the other evenin’ in the moonlight. Some was dressed in green an’ silver, some in white an’ silver. They danced in an’ out among the sunflowers.”,“No matter, Billy. I think she was sent to us; and we shall find a way. Are the chickens fed?”,She put back his tumbled hair, looked long into his eyes, realizing with a shock that she was looking up. Her little boy was gone.,She pressed him closer and kissed him. And soon he slept.,“When I do my dishes, Mar, can I work in the garding, too?” inquired Betty.,“You don’t catch Billy asleep,” said George, siding with the victorious.,Again he laughed, and patted May Nell roughly but not unkindly. “I do; but there’s preliminaries before I get you two together. Sabe?”.