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Betty was trying to keep up the engaging flow of talk but the dance proved to require all her attention.,“Don’t sit there wool-gatherin’ anyways, Mose, or the moths’ll nest in yer head. Ef you carn’t sing in toon, you kin bring up a cup of tea fer Miss Gordon an’ Mr. Eliot, an’ don’t fergit Betty an’ yer Mar.”,She made a quaint picture curled in a big chair under the window, where a lifted corner of the curtain gave light to the book, but left the rest of the room dark. It pleased her to play teacher. She asked Billy numberless questions, coaxed him to explain what she did not understand. And he soon learned that one must know a thing very well before he can tell it. He dictated some of the written work, and she transcribed it in her prim little script.,She was happy and the time passed unnoticed till she had finished, and put the food back in the pail, when a queer, dizzy feeling came upon her and she sank down on one of the rugs.,“Oh, I s’pose she can, only a fellow doesn’t expect it of her. How came you out here? I thought you’d be watching for refugees.”,Moses began cutting make-believe tickets using the paper and scissors thrust into his hand by the capable manageress of the show.,By this time Mr. Wopp was bearing a length of pipe into the yard. The parlor looked like a morgue with its inanimate objects lying bidden under sheets and cloths of varying degrees of past usefulness. Through a hole of one sheet could be seen the listless towzled head of Hannah, her faded wax countenance betraying the need of a tonic.,Mrs. Wopp was overcome with laughter at the bare memory of the picture her irate husband had presented.,“But I don’t wish May Nell away, mother, do you?”,The chinking began in earnest. Moses stood, turning till each freckle on his ruddy face shone with honest sweat.,“Why, I wonder? She used to watch us at it and laugh.”,“But, Mose, you shorely didn’t fergit a sorft answer turneth away wrarth?”.