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An enlarged crayon portrait in a wide gilt frame of Moses as a baby in a state of round cherubic innocent nudity, had been added recently to the mural decorations and was especially well covered with cloths.,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.”,Wait till the clouds roll by,,“Rocky?” he interrupted. “You bet not. It’ll be just bully, that’s what!”,“Before vacation? Why, they’ll be just the things to do in vacation.”,“Did the little kids take it hard?”,Sprang from his heathery couch in haste’?”,“I dassent do it, Betty,” replied Moses. “Anyhow this ole pair of scissors ’d do the job better.”,“My father didn’t let my mother work when he was alive; but he—he died.” Billy bent lower over his weeding, and both were quiet.,“She said, the Queen of Sheba did, that I’d be in danger, and some one would save me. And I’d have a s’prise, and a hus—husband, and fi-five c-chil— children!” She wailed again and hid her face on Mrs. Bennett’s shoulder.,In answer to his wife’s reproof, Mr. Wopp almost roared, “Where’s the hammer? Gone hide an’ hair it is, like everythink else.”,“She won’t do it; she said so before. She wants to be Alan-bane.”.