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sky book an engineer broadband Register and receive 188K “Mose, hoi’ this benighted idjit of a jint till I drive a nail in the wall to wire it up,” called Mr. Wopp, thrusting a nail between his teeth and turning his back on his wife.,Moses returned to the Crump home with a prodigious appetite.,Moses eyed his pet with solicitude. “Pore little beggar, he’s clean tuckered out,” he said. “He’ll need a good supper.” According to Moses’ idea, an excellent meal was the panacea for all earthly troubles.,Mrs. Wopp was too busy to eat breakfast in the orthodox fashion. She could be heard in the kitchen preparing for the trying ordeal of wash-day. Out in the yard the head of the house was busy feeding the fowl.,Half paralyzed with astonishment Billy went with the Doctor to the Sheriff’s office; but he was out and the deputy didn’t know when he would return; thought it might be within an hour or so. There was nothing to do but wait. Billy’s perplexed, baffled face touched the Doctor. His temples were already gray, but he had not forgotten how a boy feels.，“Anything else you can do better than a girl?” she jeered, good-naturedly.，“Had a fall, Billy?” Every one knew the boy.，Billy looked on wide-eyed, as the Doctor said with a puzzling smile, “And, Sheriff, if I don’t think you divide fair with my friend here, you’ve got me to deal with next election. See?”“Not a bit!” His words were strangely impatient. “I’ve got to find her!” He started past them.

“I suppose you have a large farm, Mr. Wopp,” said Nell Gordon.,He was out early wheeling from house to house, where various parts of the “show” were receiving last touches. One by one he gathered each “attraction,” and herded them all to Jimmy’s big barn, where the procession was to form. Some were late, Bess for one; but Billy was not anxious about her.,“How much will you pay fer them fer my missionary box?” bargained the child. “Will four shinin’ new quarters do?”,“Mebbe them new seed catalogue folks cheated us, Mar,” he suggested.,“Shade of Beelzebub! Where did you spring from?” shouted the astonished man.,“Isobel, play one of your pieces, let’s see how your recital helped you to-day.”,It was Saturday afternoon on a busy street in the city. Moses Wopp and Clarence Crump, at whose home the former was spending the week end, were on their way to the skating-rink. If they had wanted to skate there, the streets would have accommodated them with a sufficiently smooth surface, as an early frost had rimed the pavement.,“Yes, I could eat a graven image.”,A haughty toss of the head was all the reply vouchsafed to this brotherly jibe.,“Them’s thum,” was the sophisticated answer.,“It’s that Jake. He’s sich an ornery animule,” explained the boy, thus shamelessly vilifying a patient and much enduring character.,Betty, who had understanding, was not turned from the subject of her thoughts..