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“But, Mose, you shorely didn’t fergit a sorft answer turneth away wrarth?”,This suggestion called for a general discussion. One or two very conservative ladies were not sure that a young man who so frequently played a prominent part at dances should also figure in church affairs. It might bring a curse on them. However, as there was no immediate need for decision, the subject was abandoned.,“One of the brothers, hurt.”,Yet it was a very quiet little child that crept down to the others a few minutes later; when asked of her fortune she burst into tears.,“Hello, Billy! You washin’ floors?” There was a sneer in Jimmy’s voice.,“You look like some kind-faced happygo-lucky cow, chewin’ her cud,” teased Mrs. Wopp, standing at the parlor door and noting the reminiscent moving of her son’s jaws.,“I must of looked like that Lize or the picter couldn’t of been took.” Ruefully he rubbed his bald crown.,Ricketty jig and away we go.”,“It’s been the best ever,” Jean said, happily.,But May Nell was not to be comforted, till that evening when she composed a wonderful ode to “The Wreck of the Fair Ellen.”,CHAPTER VII THE FIGHT,The bun in question must have had great dynamic force, the tail of Jethro bearing evidence to the internal power generated..