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He felt his mother start. “You’re too young for hard work, Billy; you do enough as it is.”,“I’ve not been to seek a wife,,The Sun called to Flora, and she appeared by his side. In front of them knelt the Sower,crowned with leaves. The Sun bestowed upon him a cornucopia overflowing with cherries; Flora laid on his other arm long sprays of roses.,“No, Mosey, I must hurry and get some flowers fer school to-day.”,“Here’s Mis’ Mifsud an’ St. Elmo comin’ in the buckboard,” he announced.,“Perhaps this is Nancy’s way of playing,” he thought.,but not the strong log house where——” He hesitated, and May Nell quoted on glibly,,“Then where are they?” demanded Mrs. Wopp. “You are as bad as Anias and Sapphire who was carried out feet foremost. Go when I tell you. An’ you Betty, go upstairs an’ mend that orful, yawnin’ gap in yer stockin’. Now we hev got rid of the younguns Howard, will you read out what you was larfin’ at?”,Betty was trying to keep up the engaging flow of talk but the dance proved to require all her attention.,“Sure. All the kids. But Clarence especially,—he’s my son, you know.” Billy grinned.,“Yes, when you and sister turn gray getting it out of me. No, I’m going to do real work that will earn money; and I’m going to take this never-get-enough grub-basket of mine to a table where my own hands have earned the grub.”,Mr. Wopp and Moses, who had hurried to the upper storey to escape the recital of the ketchup episode, now came heavily down the stairs, their task at last finished..