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Her anxiety somewhat allayed for the moment, Mrs. Mifsud roused herself for the entertainment of her guests.,Edith came in dressed for church.,Mrs. Wopp’s eyes fell on the stained shawl.,Her absorption hypnotized the others to wondering stillness. In a moment her attitude and intensity had transported them to the mysterious East, and put upon them the spell of ancient superstitions.,“Now hold his head between your hands and tell him not to touch me.”,Not all at once but slowly, with mother’s tact, Mrs. Bennett won the little heart to partial peace; and when the gate clicked, and Billy’s voice was heard, she was almost gay. “I must be laughing when they come in,” she whispered, “so they won’t see the tears in my eyes and think I am unthankful.”,“Do you know that piece of music called ‘The Rose of Larst Summer’?” inquired the musical connoisseur.,Vigorously cleaning up the still bewildered victim, Mrs. Wopp hurled fresh orders.,“Y-yes, b-but how can I when I have no one to say ‘mama’ to, only a Mrs.”,The chinking began in earnest. Moses stood, turning till each freckle on his ruddy face shone with honest sweat.,“Never mind Mosey, Next Monday I’m goin’ to ask Mar to let me stay home and turn the nasty mouldy machine.”,“Why yes Betty, what do you suppose they will talk about?”.