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“Do you like it, Sunday School, I mean? I don’t. I like church, though,—the great booming organ, the beautiful singing. And when the minister speaks I just float away into fairy-land and never come back till he says, ‘The-Lord-make-his-face-to-shine-upon-us-amen.’”,“S’tup,” he commanded. Jethro immediately sat up on his hind legs.,Yet almost before the prayer was breathed the child with incredible swiftness scudded across the bending board and stood safe by his side!,As Mrs. Wopp adjusted her bonnet before leaving the house, she gave minute instructions to Mr. Wopp.,“Are you hurt?” Billy spelled with the hand alphabet every boy and girl knows.,The young dancers in the hall found the change of music decidedly exhilarating, as an occasional whoop testified.,He sat by the table in his dressing-room with angry storm-swept countenance. He had been capturing loud plaudits with his rag-time, until intoxicated with success, he swept into a tornado of music by Moskowski. The applause died away; two ladies in the front row began chatting. The enraged artist jumped from the piano-stool, and shouting “Pigs!” raced from the platform.,“The children will get too tired,” the Snake Charmer warned.,“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.,In front of the stone steps that led up to the barred door he hesitated; but the dog raced round to the rear. Instantly Billy followed.,CHAPTER VI “THE TRIUMPH OF FLORA”,CHAPTER VI.—AN EVENING IN THE WOPP PARLOR..