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Al Newman arranged all the theatre parties for his wife and guests. He opened up the piano as he spoke and turned to the musician.,“My religion’s purty well wartered now, I guess,” said Moses, sheepishly, to Clarence, who met him at the end of the fateful corridor. That youth had followed his country friend from the Sunday-school hall, but not in time to direct his erring steps.,“The tank must have run over, Billy. You forgot to shut it off.”,They all went off, a merry, noisy troop. And the disappearing sun was the last to say to Billy “Good-night.”,St. Elmo looked at the specimens in his hand. “These pansies is most deaded. I fink I’ll fwow them away,” he declared.,“Did you forget their breakfast, Billy?” the child questioned earnestly.,Here Mrs. Wopp related for the hundredth time the account of the ketchup disaster.,Here Mrs. Wopp related for the hundredth time the account of the ketchup disaster.,Hot water, lotions, a mother’s tender hands, best of all, a mother’s comprehending heart,—it is wonderful what cures these can make. In an hour Billy was comparatively at ease. His sore body still ached, and his eyes “felt like red fire on the Fourth,” he said; but the world seemed less dark, and he was glad his mother had not taken him at his word and left him to bear his trouble alone.,Billy turned the bulky papers over and over as if to gather some hint of their meaning from fold and stiffness. “What is it, Mr. Smith?” he asked wonderingly.,“Can’t I see the faywies some time, Betty?” asked St. Elmo.,“Why not, I’d like to know? Isn’t this my shack? And shall I let a kid burn up?”.