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“Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp.,“Go and bring him now, so you can renovate his appearance before supper,” directed the mother.,“But your school, my child! You must be educated; you—”,“A girl under foot all the time,” Shifty complained. He had no sister.,“What does that mean?” queried Moses.,“We do be glad to hev the new schoolmarm,” she announced, “you might of mentioned her, in yer blessin’, Ebenezer.”,“Hello, Billy To-morrow! Why didn’t you do that mowing last night? You said you were going to.” He dismounted, tied the pony to the post, and went inside; and one saw that in spite of jeers the boys were friends.,“The bulliest time yet!” shouted Charley from the street.,CHAPTER V.—A DANCE IN THE CEDAR HILLS.,Nero, nonchalantly fiddling a trifling accompaniment to the burning of Rome, had nothing on Moses, as that blithe-hearted boy whistled a joyous, albeit unmelodious, lilt to the devastation of Betty’s picture show box.,The disgusted artist got up and with a huge hand wiped his handkerchief across his perspiring brow. He was short and very thick set, with prominent forehead, bulging black eyes, coarse nose, thick red lips.,“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.”.