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“Ma! Mamma Bennett,” he burst out as he banged open the door; “she’s coming,—our little earthquake girl! The cutest kid,—not so big as the twins, but stylisher in the face.”,In this mood he turned into the main road and came upon Jackson limping, bloody, and crying.,Nell looked toward the morning-glory garden and there she saw Betty kneeling in the moonlight. Jethro was sitting up on his hind legs beside the little figure, holding his paws before him. The moonlight fell on his penitential white body, on the stiff braids of the sorrowful and contrite Betty, and lighted up the bright yellow nasturtiums that filled the air with their pungent odor. The morning-glory leaves gleamed in the pure white light.,‘The lighter pine trees overhead,’,“Go and bring him now, so you can renovate his appearance before supper,” directed the mother.,“Don’t Job look jist like Mariar Mifsud goin’ to meetin’,” gurgled Betty.,Several hands waved wildly and a chorus of voices eagerly broke in; through the childish babel could be heard a lisping narrative.,“You bet!” Pretty endorsed, inelegantly.,“Easy, mates. Kids, belay there, till we launch her!” This to the gaping youngsters always in the way.,“You hitch Jethro to yer ole ’xpress waggon, ’n I’ll hitch Job to a prune-box with spool-wheels,” suggested Betty.,“But, Mose, you shorely didn’t fergit a sorft answer turneth away wrarth?”,She stood at the end of the creaking wharf, and one little bare arm was lifted high. She held a small fruit jar filled with water and beet juice. It was awkward, but Billy had insisted on the fruit jar,—“So’s it will be sure to break; it’s the only kind of a bottle that always will break.”.