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“To be shore you kin,” was the reply, “but don’t hurry too much an’ smarsh the crockery.”,Jean was for following in spite of Billy’s commands; but Mrs. Bennett, full of apprehension, insisted that the girl should go with her; and the two set out in search of help.,“Yes, now. Once she must have been about the same size, you know.” She stood behind the child caressing her cheek.,“Aint that wonderful Miss Gordon? An’ Betty never had a lesson in her life. She jist naterly takes to music,” said Mrs. Wopp complacently.,It was Mrs. Wopp’s voice. From her remarks one would gather that the rarest perfumes wafted on the winds invoked by Solomon could never seem so sweet to Woppian nostrils as the mingled odor of hay and freshly dug carrots.,As Isobel seated herself on the piano-stool in compliance with her father’s wishes, her white-flounced dress billowed up around her, reminding Moses, even in his chaotic state of mind, of the delicious creamy meringue on a lemon pie.,“Would you like to live in the city?”,“O Billy!” Jean gasped, fear for the little, delicate girl in that eery place lending sympathy to her voice.,[32]“There are other things besides gems, little girl.” Mrs. Bennett smiled and began to clear the table.,A small stove had been set up in the improvised kitchen, and a big boiler filled with water. This was now boiling furiously and the ladies proceeded to make the coffee. Cakes and pies were cut, cups and saucers were piled in one huge basket and sandwiches in another.,“Did you hev a good time in the city larst week, Mis’ Mifsud?” asked Mrs. Wopp, politely.,“Break it,—not now; when I tell you.”.