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“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.”,“Uh huh.”,The chinking began in earnest. Moses stood, turning till each freckle on his ruddy face shone with honest sweat.,The boy gave her a squeeze that made her last words come in jerks. “That’s a mean trick to play on a fellow,—chuck such a responsibility on a twelve-year-old. Say I must or I mustn’t, mamma.” He caught her hand and gently tweaked her fingers.,And the shouts that greeted this fiat shook the old barn and made the hens in the hay cackle with fright.,Al Newman took him by the arm, “We’ll have to leave for the show in eight minutes old boy, just a little funeral of your own now.”,Mrs. Wopp’s eyes fell on the stained shawl.,“Salute your partner,” yelled Geordie Hodgekiss, the first caller-off.,“You young Hottentots, wot youse been up to?” All too soon Moses’ prophecy proved true.,“She’ll be all right. May Nell and me—I—we took our lunch and went over to Potter’s pasture. Shoot! She’s waiting now! I hope the poor little kiddie—little girl—eats, don’t wait for me,—she an’ Bouncer.”,And gents your black and tan,,“But I don’t wish May Nell away, mother, do you?”.