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“Mar,” he demanded hastily, “more marshed turnips, please.”,“What’ll I sing Betty?”,“An’ where did you hear it, my dear?” she queried, cautiously feeling her way.,In the Crump household, Clarence stood for all that was brilliant and intellectual, while Isobel stood for all that was fairy-like and charming. Moses felt himself a cipher, of no account whatever, in this wonderful home. He would need an extra administration of sympathy from Betty on his return. He thought at that moment very tenderly of the great brown eyes that “looked like they loved everybody.”,Discarded shoe-laces, rope and trunk-straps came hastily into requisition. The vociferations of Moses were so severe on his vocal chords that he found it necessary to visit the pump.,“I’m sec’etary; and I pass the books, and sing; and I’m—I’m giggle squelcher.”,Some of the voices were cracked and others badly out of tune. Moses Wopp’s voice, loudest of all, sounded like a foghorn and the windows fairly rattled in their frames. Nell motioned him to her desk. She thought by occupying his attention elsewhere the music lesson might proceed with more melody and less noise. Moses had developed his stentorian tones at home, by the lusty singing of Hallelujah hymns under the strict supervision of his mother.,“That’s a string bass.”,“An’ where did you hear it, my dear?” she queried, cautiously feeling her way.,“Peter Stolway, may I arsk you to tell out loud what you was whisperin’?”,“No matter, Billy. I think she was sent to us; and we shall find a way. Are the chickens fed?”,Late that night when Billy’s mother followed him to the Fo’castle, he asked, “Are you pleased with it, little mother?”.