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Thus adjured by his father the elocutionist began in a loud dramatic voice:,“Put some sunshine into your voices children,” admonished Nell.,“What’s next?”,Had he but dreamed on for an hour or so he would have returned, rested, refreshed, the cheery boy that helped to make the Bennett house a home. But a voice in the road above startled him. Only a word was spoken, a greeting; but it was surly and foreign, Italian.,“Wait till the clouds roll by, Jenny,,“Yer a reglar Mis’ Barnum,” he praised. Whereupon the enterprising program-maker began to devise new and more wonderful side-shows for her admirer.,The work went on, each length at the first possible opportunity resuming its state of strict neutrality and refusing to be drawn into negotiations.,“Not in the house; in this room, yes.”,“Elmo saw some gween and white faywies,” he fabricated, “and wanted Mudgie to see them too.”,“Mary Ellen Smith; but my mama calls me May Nell; and she says—she says ‘kid’ is vulgar.” The last words were very shy.,For I’m a young thing and cannot leave my mother.”,but I can.