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“Why, you see,” Billy hesitated, for he was modest, “sister has a class of us heathen boys, and—well, you see, it’s this way; sister says,—she’s partial, you know,—she says I have influence; if I don’t giggle the others won’t, and she gets on O. K.”,Pat Bliggin’s mind was undoubtedly wandering, so a drastic question was in order.,“A cat tablecloth!” the little girl laughed.,Amid the wealth of love how could the little heart refuse comfort? Billy tossed her to his shoulder and carried her to his mother’s room, where both women coddled her and Edith sang her into a sweet sleep.,Mrs. Wopp’s bonnet with its imitation osprey looked as though adorned with fragments of barbed-wire. Her jet earrings seemed entirely superfluous as the lobes of her generous ears glowed like rubies.,All were silent for a little. Most of them had been more than once to San Francisco’s celebrated dealer in sweets.,As Mrs. Wopp adjusted her bonnet before leaving the house, she gave minute instructions to Mr. Wopp.,For five hundred dollars a week he had pranced to the admiring vaudeville audience; but once let the artist lay bare his soul in real music and whispering reaches his ear. But there was no use complaining, no one could understand his disgust.,“No, no, the Fo’castle! I—Here they come!” Billy set down some cups with dangerous haste and ran out.,“Alone, mamma said,” came the second voice.,Ricketty jig and away we go.”,CHAPTER VI “THE TRIUMPH OF FLORA”.