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“Why do you think that’s so dreadful?”,“Them carrots do smell sweet.”,The bottle went crash, and a furious yell informed the neighborhood that the Gang was “up to some new deviltry.”,“Yes. And the fire worse. Why can’t you have a refugee?”,But another and unexpected crash followed, and a shower of burning oil shot up and caught May Nell’s flimsy paper frock.,It was Saturday afternoon on a busy street in the city. Moses Wopp and Clarence Crump, at whose home the former was spending the week end, were on their way to the skating-rink. If they had wanted to skate there, the streets would have accommodated them with a sufficiently smooth surface, as an early frost had rimed the pavement.,“But I don’t wish May Nell away, mother, do you?”,BILLY did not lift his face from the pillow; he was striving to steady throat and voice.,As they neared the house with their disquieting news, Mr. Wopp and Moses were just alighting from the democrat, while Mrs. Mifsud at the open door stood calling out cheery greetings.,Mrs. Williams was a round-faced dimpled persuasive lady; and Mrs. Wropp, being non-coax-proof and flattered by the request, consented.,Mrs. Bennett leaned over him without speaking for a minute, but stroked his hair softly. “Remember, with One there is no ‘forever.’ As long as we live we have a chance to retrieve. Rest on that, my child. Now you must sleep.” She kissed him and was silent, for a drop glistened on his cheek she knew he would not wish her to notice.,“Dad an’ Mosey don’t look orful happy,” she laughed. “Smile at me, Mosey.”.