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“Aren’t you going to say ‘Good-morning’ to me, Billy?” She put out the slenderest little white hand, and looked into his face appealingly.,“Now Mis’ Stephens, call the boys,” requested Mrs. Wopp who was the busiest of the group.,“No, it isn’t, sister! I’ve thought of a way out. Keep the kids straight here—I’ll be back in a minute.”,Whose feet never tire,,Miss Gordon complied, then followed the old favorite with a two-step played in as sprightly a manner as the organ would allow.,And if the girls don’t love me now,CHAPTER XI.—JONAH AND THE WHALE.,Moses eyed his pet with solicitude. “Pore little beggar, he’s clean tuckered out,” he said. “He’ll need a good supper.” According to Moses’ idea, an excellent meal was the panacea for all earthly troubles.,“The bulliest time yet!” shouted Charley from the street.,It was evident that great care had been exercised over Betty’s gift. She exclaimed joyously over a Cyclamen, whose pale pink blooms brought the flush of delight to her cheeks; a bag of peppermint bulls’ eyes elicited a like degree of appreciation.,Having disposed of the song, dear to her mother’s heart, in spite of the protestations of Moses, Betty went to the kitchen and in a few moments returned with a steaming pot of tea.,CHAPTER V THE FAIR ELLEN.