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In the very centre of the room stood a small table swathed in a hand-painted felt drape. On this reposed the huge family Bible in which was chronicled the marriages, births and deaths of the Wopp family during the last three generations.,“Now you’re Fair Ellen and I’m defending you at Goblin Cave!” He thrust her behind him, held her tight with one arm, while he flourished the carving knife and called on Clan Alpine’s foes to appear.,Better than all others,,“I believe you are becoming a confirmed westerner,” said Howard as they slowed down to a walk. “If you once drink slough water you know you will never like any other.”,“Sing something, Mar.” Betty’s plaintive voice broke the silence.,“Billy, my little, little boy!” She lifted the tousled head and pressed her cheek close against his.,“A doctor’s wife gets over ‘expecting’ very young, Billy. They won’t think I’m dead if I don’t come home to lunch. But your mother?” His inflection finished the question.,“Hello, Billy To-morrow! Why didn’t you do that mowing last night? You said you were going to.” He dismounted, tied the pony to the post, and went inside; and one saw that in spite of jeers the boys were friends.,“Wartch yer team Moses,” commanded Mrs. Wopp from the back seat of the democrat.,“Golly! There’s nothing skewgee about that fortune,” Billy commented, encouragingly.,“You keep still, Betsey! I’m going to watch!” he exclaimed, as if some one had spoken.,“No more, kitties; that’s all that is good for you. Go back to your chair.”.