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Mrs. Bennett crossed the room and laid a tender hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “You’re not strong and need perfect rest. Besides, you spoil the boy. It won’t hurt him to sleep there, and he must take the consequences of his own act.”,“Next month when currants are ripe you shall see.”,“Oh Miss Gordon,” cried Betty, her dark brown eyes sparkling with delight, “the flowers can talk to each other across them telfone wires, can’t they?”,“Shan’t we defer the ceremonies till we can get Charley’s little sister and Jackson’s two weeks’ old brother?” Jimmy asked, disagreeably.,Job, his ardor undampened by the strangeness of this reception, made haste to follow.,“A girl under foot all the time,” Shifty complained. He had no sister.,“Is theh faywies wound heah, Betty? Can they see us?” inquired the little boy in awe-struck tones.,For five hundred dollars a week he had pranced to the admiring vaudeville audience; but once let the artist lay bare his soul in real music and whispering reaches his ear. But there was no use complaining, no one could understand his disgust.,CHAPTER IV.—WASH-DAY AT MRS. WOPP’S.,CHAPTER XV.—MERRY-MAKING IN THE HAY-LOFT.,“My conscience! You can’t eat all—” May Nell stopped, conscious of an unkindness. But the boy only laughed; he was used to comments on his appetite.,“I forgive you,” he condoned..