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“I love, thou lovest, he loves,” said Clarence, scornfully, in answer to this preposterous question.,In the midst of these reflections, the trombone player of the orchestra came to him.,“Doh, re, mi, fah, soh, la, ti, doh,” sang the children in faint uncertain tones.,“What’s Jeth perched up there fer, Par?” demanded the boy.,Though these and similar remarks seemed rather personal no resentment was felt by anybody.,“Oh Miss Gordon,” cried Betty suddenly roused to fresh interest, “you must see my pet turkey after supper. He has only one eye an’ he walks corner ways an’ his name is Job an’ I jist love him.” Betty’s breath was all used up and she sat back exhausted.,“Been talkin’ to a grave-digger?” queried Mrs. Wopp, of her offspring, as Moses selected a comfortable seat, his sober face still bearing traces of the last few days’ anxiety. She looked on the solicitude of Moses with an approving eye, but it was necessary, however, to hide her maternal pride by a series of assaults upon him on every possible pretext. Her banterings also helped to keep her son and heir in the spotlight.,“Anyhow, Mar, that fust punkin pie Par got was a howlin’ success.”,Edith in white, half smothered in blush roses, with the fairies and their Queen, stood ready in the wings. Billy was also waiting his cue. This time he was to be pulled swiftly in on invisible wheels. Over his satin tunic was a network of glittering mock gems that must have included every yellow bead and spangle in Vine County. From his shoulders floated a cloud of yellow, diamond-dusted tulle; and the crown of gems surrounded a cluster of small lights, a device Billy himself had figured out with the aid of the electric light man.,Wait till the clouds roll by,,“For three days an’ three nights there was no sleep fer his eyes nor slumber fer his eyelets.”,The next day was spent in sight seeing but visions of neglected poultry and cows haunted the anxious housewife, and notwithstanding the expostulations of Moses they started home that evening..