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“No; I’ll do it first thing to-morrow.” He tried vainly to change the subject. “I—”,Max was the first to be quite ready with his exhibit. It was a queer creature that one gradually discovered to be some sort of a bird; though such a one had never before been seen on land or sea. Max had arrayed his mother’s big white gander for the occasion. A turkey-tail fan made a huge breastplate, if one can imagine a breastplate of feathers. All the long-tailed roosters that had been killed in town for months, one would guess, had contributed to the coat of sprawling feathers that was tied over the body of the bird. And no one knew by what magic the boy had coaxed some one to lend him the magnificent peacock plumes that rose high above the little wiggling goose tail.,From where he stood Billy could see the distress in her face. He must think of a way to get her, and he must, must hurry!,“Yes, thank you. But most my heart is hungry. Will you help me to find my mama?”,Moses was not easily satisfied. His attitude was always that of one who has dined on an undersized shrimp while expecting a ten-course banquet.,Although the temptation to reckless haste was great, Betty resisted it. It was not long, however, before a pile of shining blue willow-ware was restored to its accustomed place on the oil-cloth-covered pantry shelves, and Betty, seizing her sunbonnet, hurried out of doors.,“Perhaps this is Nancy’s way of playing,” he thought.,“Well, I must get at my job, too. That’s thinking up things. You fellers do your work an’ get your money; but I got to rustle that money or bust.”,“She can’t, you know; she and sister have to work hard to make what we spend now. I don’t do half enough myself.”,“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.”,“Mebbe them new seed catalogue folks cheated us, Mar,” he suggested.,“A dose of senner tea’ll fix that, my boy,” was Mrs. Wopp’s cheerful rejoinder..