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On Moses Wopp devolved the responsibility of driving the ladies of the household over the two miles of prairie lying between the Wopp ranch and that of Mrs. Mifsud. Betty, too, was going. The Ladies’ Aid did not meet every day, nor had it always on hand the alluring business of an autograph quilt, on which flourished in outlined boldness the name of every man, woman and child in the district and many out of it.,She shook her head.,Thus adjured by his father the elocutionist began in a loud dramatic voice:,“Arsk a blessin’, Ebenezer.”,“Not yet, but they must all go to-night.”,Pat Bliggin’s mind was undoubtedly wandering, so a drastic question was in order.,Off they bounded, side by side, through the fragrant spring evening. The red of the western sky touched to brighter rosiness their glowing cheeks, tinted Jean’s wind-blown hair with gold. As they neared the town she shot ahead in a last ambitious spurt, wheeled and faced him as he came up.,“I wathed theeth carroth mythelf, aint they lovely and red jutht like Motheth hair.” She was quite oblivious of the scornful glance bestowed on her by that outraged shock-headed youth.,“Well, well, you don’t say!”,“I just said the whale must have been bustin’?” admitted Pete, reluctantly. Mrs. Wopp could not logically argue the point with the astute Peter, so she went on to depict vividly Jonah’s further vicissitudes.,Mrs. Bennett smiled. She thought they could have had no trouble in locating Billy.,Yet it was a very quiet little child that crept down to the others a few minutes later; when asked of her fortune she burst into tears..