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“Where are you going to take me?” she asked, trying to equal his long stride.,Here Mrs. Wopp related for the hundredth time the account of the ketchup disaster.,“He’s been pushin’ up the daisies fer thirty years, I ain’t goin’ to warble to please no tombstun.” Moses swung a ponderous foot to give emphasis to his decision.,“Ay, ay, sir,” came this time from two boys who had charge of some logs lashed together and crossed and recrossed by a hash-like lot of refuse lumber, and moored with a dog chain.,“I couldn’t understand it then. Now I do. My own sister is that bravest of lovers.” His words rang with pride as well as love.,There they all were; those who had come first to the house, and many others: Jean, Bess Carter, Charley Strong, Max Krieber, Jackson Carter, the little colored boy, standing aloof, and others, large and small. All in a line they stood, and shouted up at him:,CHAPTER I THE LITTLE EARTHQUAKE GIRL,“I have to help sister, you know.”,“Where are you going to take me?” she asked, trying to equal his long stride.,“Won’t you sing something else, Mrs. Wopp.” Nell was growing uncomfortable under Betty’s reference to the unburnished state of her cloud.,“Yeh, Mar says I’m a reglar jographer I like it so much.”,The best of all was a letter from Jimmy, scrawled with his left hand..