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The kettle which had been boiling itself hoarse for the last hour, was now called into requisition.,Geewhillikins did not wait for four feet to be on the floor to spring at the plate. He put his paws on one pile of meat, and began to gobble the other, growling savagely. The house cats drew back, curled their tails around their forefeet, and looked at the gorger in calm disdain.,A faint sound caught his ear, as of clinking coins and soft voices. People there! He had thought it before, now he was certain. Were not both brothers away?,St. Elmo Mifsud, his angelic face framed in silky curls, now became the prey to the machinations of Pete Solway, who had eluded the vigilant eye of Mrs. Wopp during her dramatic recital. A roar of pain escaped the child as a sharp tweak was applied to his curls. Recalled to matters entirely mundane, the teacher administered severe reproof.,Not deigning to notice this irrelevant interruption the teacher proceeded.,“What’s next?”,Edith came in dressed for church.,“Biff on the eye!” she cried.,“This is Evelyn Dorr, and Vilette, her sister,” Mrs. Bennett was saying.,“Oh, chuck the business,” Jean said impatiently. “Can’t it wait till noon? I must go home then.”,“An’ well I know who’s makin’ him stew an’ chomp. You needn’t try to deceive yer, Mar,” chided the knowing matron.,“He must have gone to Clarence in the barn,” concluded Maria, setting off at a run..