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“Stop and chin with me just a little, won’t you, marmsey?”,“But couldn’t another pair have been born in Siam?” May Nell questioned; and as no one felt sufficiently informed to deny it, Harry and Clarence continued their strained relations.,CHAPTER XVI THE BRIDGE TO SAFETY,Nero, nonchalantly fiddling a trifling accompaniment to the burning of Rome, had nothing on Moses, as that blithe-hearted boy whistled a joyous, albeit unmelodious, lilt to the devastation of Betty’s picture show box.,Going down the stairs his loud unmelodious singing reached the ears of those in the bedroom. When he arrived at the foot, Betty, whose ears were attuned to all acts of outlawry, had reason to believe that Moses performed three successive somersaults.,CHAPTER XVII BILLY TO-DAY,“You have, you have, dear baby! I’ll be your mother, and you can call me ‘mamma’ as Billy does.”,Just then he saw a wagon in the distance rounding the curve of the mountain. This was his minute. He must get her before that team passed. Then if any one attempted to prevent him he would have help. He turned back to May Nell.,“But you said you would take me to him. I thought you knew where he is.”,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.,“Hello, Billy! You washin’ floors?” There was a sneer in Jimmy’s voice.,“Well, why don’t you go along, Mrs. Lancaster? Don’t prize babies have attendants?”.