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Wild Jungle Online Casino Experience: When Every Day Is An Adventure! “St. Elmo’s lost, Ma,” wailed Maria. “We can’t find him and he’s wandered down the creek.”,“Billy, ask Mr. Patton to let her come to your house! There aren’t any boys.” Jean’s voice trembled with eagerness.,A mile or two down the creek the searching party sought diligently for the little lost boy. Moses was in the lead. He had announced his adamant resolve to find St. Elmo, or perform the irrevocable feat of “bustin’.” He cherished an idea of his own as to the child’s whereabouts. A few weeks previously, on an all-day excursion, Moses had played pirates with St. Elmo and they had utilized a most delectable earthy cave for their game.,He was a queer figure with his bandaged head, one eye peering out, and a long, dripping red quilt trailing behind him. “I found the bed flooded, and put the comfort round me; but someway that’s wet, too.” He could hardly speak for shivering.,“Easy, mates. Kids, belay there, till we launch her!” This to the gaping youngsters always in the way.，What if the Italians should be there? Impossible. Surely they would be on the mountain fighting fire. What if the door should be locked? The thought made him tremble, yet he hurried on and softly tried the handle. It would not open!，The sound was an ominous warning to Moses, to finish his breakfast with all possible speed.，“Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp.As she thought how dear and kind Moses had been to her, bringing this wonderful plant and the shell purse, not forgetting the peppermint bulls’ eyes, she went to sleep with the conviction that she must be the happiest girl in the world.

“Wartch yer team Moses,” commanded Mrs. Wopp from the back seat of the democrat.,“Put some sunshine into your voices children,” admonished Nell.,Though these and similar remarks seemed rather personal no resentment was felt by anybody.,“Gee whack! That’s the hardest work of all,” Billy complimented.,“Aint that wonderful Miss Gordon? An’ Betty never had a lesson in her life. She jist naterly takes to music,” said Mrs. Wopp complacently.,“I comed,” he said, calmly, “I see Billy boat.”,Norah Bliggins, whose nose was already moist from the effects of domestic discord, thrust a chubby finger into her mouth and began to pucker up her eyes preparatory to emitting a howl of dismay at being singled out for the first question. Her brother Pat, sensing the situation, put up his hand eagerly and answered for her.,“When Joner got to Jopper, bein’ an honest man, he paid his fare.”,The Sheriff wondered at the boy’s vehemence, yet was too busy loading the wagon to pay much attention to him. “Think you’re fit, sonny? You look all in. Better ride to town—we’ll send some one for the little girl.”,“No, we won’t!” came a dozen voices.,“Where is the dern dog hurt?” commiserated Moses.,She pressed him closer and kissed him. And soon he slept..