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Moses regained his equilibrium and as the water came just to his hips he turned to retrace his way to the steps down which he had wandered.,“It’s a hurry-up order for more,” Billy amended.,“Yes indeed,” laughed Mrs. Wopp, who was just then entering the room with a platter of bacon and eggs, “Betty’s our mornin’-glory girl shore nuff, she’s first up in the mornin’, she’s a glory little urchin an’ she’s our little girl to stay.”,“Uh huh.”,Here Mrs. Wopp related for the hundredth time the account of the ketchup disaster.,“What’s the harm? She’s on Mr. Potter’s land, and the road’s near.”,“Won’t you dive Elmo some wed ones, too?” he pleaded.,She clapped him into her own warm bed, and incredibly soon things were sizzling over the alcohol lamp.,He had hardly recovered from his laugh when two little girls appeared at the gateway. “There’s Twinnies! Come in, Kiddies, and see my new sister,” he called, as they hesitated.,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.,The infant class which was to be under the guidance of Mrs. Wopp for the day, consisted of seven small pupils. They were seated on a low bench in one corner of the church. Green denim curtains were hung in such a way that, after the preliminary devotional exercises, the little class could be screened from the adults and older pupils. A blackboard stood on the floor, and upon a table near by were many colored crayons. The infantile mind required such aids to the imagination.,“How is your Ada since she had the jaundice, Mrs. Stolway?” inquired Airs. Bliggins..