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“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled.,If he had been older he would have said he had “the blues.” Yet probably he would not have known that his mental—and physical—condition was a natural result of the long strain of previous weeks. All the children felt it. That morning the cousins, Clarence and Harry, who loved each other dearly, had come to blows in the Sunday School room before the teachers arrived, over the question of which one of them should marry Miss Edith. Clarence received a bloody scratch the full length of his palm from Harry’s Band of Mercy pin; while the careful parting disappeared from his own hair, and a red splotch marred the whiteness of his wide collar. No one can tell what further calamity might have happened had not the Twins opportunely arrived and questioned of the quarrel.,“O, Dadsie,” was the reply, “this is recital afternoon, you know.”,“Awfully hard, Billy. Some of them had ‘grief swimming in their eyes.’”,“But there aren’t any deer,” the little girl objected. “What will you do for,“Lots o’ them, St. Elmo. I seen some the other evenin’ in the moonlight. Some was dressed in green an’ silver, some in white an’ silver. They danced in an’ out among the sunflowers.”,Jean was the Goddess of Liberty; Shifty and another larger boy the steeds that pulled her car. But boys and box wagon were so smothered in bunting that only the Goddess was conspicuous, standing, well-balanced, stately, and fair.,“My racer has only one eye anyways,” said Betty defiantly as she twined a piece of nasturtium vine round the noble brow of the victor.,“We left him by the creek, Ma, playing in the sand,” was the reply. “When Betty and me tried to make him come in he slapped us.”,“Billy! I’ll tell you what let’s do; we’ll make a circus ourselves!”,“Jiminy crickets! What’s happened, kid?” Billy asked, slowing up beside him.,CHAPTER XVII.—A SAMPLE OF EBENEZER WOPP’S IRE..