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Mrs. Newman and Nell waited after the show for the unique trio that had occupied the box but they were nowhere to be seen. Howard Eliot had whisked his companions off under a pretext of urgent business.,“That man Zalhambone’s playin’ rasped all up an’ down my spine,” she criticized. Then harking back to thrills she really had felt despite her prejudice, she admitted grudgingly, “My, but his han’s did fly over them keys permiscuous-like.”,This account of the abruptly ended career of her predecessor was somewhat disturbing to Nell.,“How splendid! You must go, Billy. Do all the boys mind you?”,CHAPTER XV.—MERRY-MAKING IN THE HAY-LOFT.,“She’ll be orful mad,” prophecied Moses.,The kettle which had been boiling itself hoarse for the last hour, was now called into requisition.,“Doh, re, mi, fah, soh, la, ti, doh,” sang the children in faint uncertain tones.,After several rounds the mouse, at last seeing the open door, darted through it to freedom. Jethro a short distance behind assayed to follow; but taking a short cut under the back seat on which huddled the Mifsud family he unexpectedly encountered his ancient enemy Snappy the Mifsud’s collie. Snappy, who had been roused from his slumbers under the buckboard by the commotion in the church, had crept in unnoticed and had been an interested spectator of the proceedings. Jethro’s always superabundant energies were now turned in a new direction. Snarls and snaps and the fiercest growls testified to the bitterness of the feud.,Here she produced a picture of a nest of young robins, their beaks wide open for a tempting morsel hanging from the bill of father robin.,Here Mrs. Wopp related for the hundredth time the account of the ketchup disaster.,Mrs. Mifsud, in the lead of the rescuing party, ran through the garden gate in time to see St. Elmo fall headlong, his feet having become entangled in the long rank grass near the fence..