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“Orl right, you rascalashus coaxer, an’ go make some tea an’ fetch some crackers an’ cheese an’ we’ll orl hev a bite.”,“How much will you pay fer them fer my missionary box?” bargained the child. “Will four shinin’ new quarters do?”,“Fer the love of mike, what’s that noise?” Moses’ eyes seemed to almost dart from his head. The others looked up as a distinct rustling was heard in the parlor. Moses was on his feet first. The noise came from the stove.,“But I don’t wish May Nell away, mother, do you?”,At this juncture there was a knock at the door. It was Howard Eliot who had called for Nell.,When the party reached the house and St. Elmo had been received with every manifestation of joy, Mr. Wopp in one burst of eloquence explained how his boy Moses had found him. Moses, the hero of the hour, stood abashed before the encomiums of Mrs. Mifsud. He twirled his hat at a fearful rate on his doubled fist, standing awkwardly on one foot the while.,“Tell us how you found him, Moses,” requested Nell Gordon, who was always interested in tales of knighthood.,“That’s good news. Run ahead, boy, and show us the way. Fly, fly!”,‘The lighter pine trees overhead,’,“Betty Wopp,” she exclaimed, “you couldn’t be no wetter ef you’d fell in the big slough. Come on to the house an’ change yer clothes. St. Elmo ’ll need warshin’, too, I reckon.”,CHAPTER XIII.—MOSES GAINS PRESTIGE.,“And I’m always going to be your little girl, too,” the child pleaded; “so Billy must be my papa’s little boy.”.