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She glanced down the road, and swiftly around. Not a soul in sight. Obedience was inevitable.,“Well, why don’t you go along, Mrs. Lancaster? Don’t prize babies have attendants?”,Mrs. Williams was a round-faced dimpled persuasive lady; and Mrs. Wropp, being non-coax-proof and flattered by the request, consented.,A small stove had been set up in the improvised kitchen, and a big boiler filled with water. This was now boiling furiously and the ladies proceeded to make the coffee. Cakes and pies were cut, cups and saucers were piled in one huge basket and sandwiches in another.,“You can send some one after us, a man—not you, not either of you,” he called back over his shoulder, and was soon out of sight.,While the strains of this enlivening classic were issuing from the asthmatic instrument, Moses and Betty in the more secular atmosphere of the hall were trying to fit the time to “Old Dan Tucker” their favorite dance.,He saw the men stop, draw apart, and look around. They discovered no one, but delayed their quarrel and hurried in the direction of the sound, exchanging short angry speeches as they ran.,With a patient hand removin’,Mrs. Wopp rose from her chair and seating herself on the sofa beside her husband took his thin hand in her substantial one, squeezing it openly.,From where he stood Billy could see the distress in her face. He must think of a way to get her, and he must, must hurry!,A pretty little figger,,“Mar,” he demanded hastily, “more marshed turnips, please.”.