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“You know she never does nothin’ to us really, Moses, no matter how she jaws. Come on, you clipped yer pony so lovely an’ evenlike. The horse-clippers is bangin’ on the wall behind you.”,When the two arrived, Nell Gordon was sitting with the sick child and crooning softly to her. Howard Eliot drew near, accidentally touching the firm round arm of Nell as he did so.,“Jiminy whiz! This is my very last week of boy; next week I’ll have to be a man,” he said gloomily.,“This is Evelyn Dorr, and Vilette, her sister,” Mrs. Bennett was saying.,“Oh go on Betty, a daddy-long-legs’d die of starvin’ on what you eat.”,“Don’t Job look jist like Mariar Mifsud goin’ to meetin’,” gurgled Betty.,Howard Eliot guided his charges through the mazes of the city to a restaurant. Moses with the perennial appetite of fourteen ate silently and steadily, not omitting one item on the menu. He gorged.,However, the stove-pipe was at last cleaned and ready to put up. Moses’ moroseness had by now developed into a complaint, the chief symptoms of which were sniffling and coughing.,CHAPTER VI.—AN EVENING IN THE WOPP PARLOR.,Mrs. Mifsud threw up her hands in dismay.,“You romp!” came the disgusted voice once more. “You’d better cut your hair, and your skirts, and be a child again.”,Now the band came up, a troop of boys in gorgeous uniforms made of red calico and tinsel paper. A drum and fife kept tolerable time; but the wheezy harmonicas and paper-covered combs, the tin horns and clanging triangles, quite “covered” any tune the fife attempted. Yet what matter? It was a joyful noise; and even the horses kept step to the valiant drum..