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Betty was still faintly laughing at Moses’ spirited retort to his mother’s observations on his singing.,“If she steams,” Harold put in sagely.,“Their knifes bin too dull, and she must quick be done,” Max apologized to Billy on his inspection trips.,“Do you know how ice cream is made, May Nell?” Jimmy asked to break the oppression.,“Y-yes, b-but how can I when I have no one to say ‘mama’ to, only a Mrs.”,“Well, he ain’t dead; he’s alive and bully, with a wad that bulges. I’m going to take you to him.”,“Last November.”,“For three days an’ three nights there was no sleep fer his eyes nor slumber fer his eyelets.”,Fate led the trio to the theatre where Mr. Zalhambra was playing. Howard took his friends to a box and no sooner were they seated than he espied Nell and Betty.,“What yer whistlin’ so mournful like?” queried his mother, “makes me think of funerals an’ sich like; jist come in an’ help yer par with the stove-pipes, mebbe that’ll cheer you up.”,Early on the following afternoon the two boys found their way into front seats in the Sunday-school hall. The address was fairly well under way when the excitement of absorbing so much information in so short a space of time told on Moses’ constitution. His nose began to bleed. With a handkerchief like a small-sized counterpane applied to the offending nasal organ the boy tiptoed squeakily out of the room.,“You must do it,” he spelled. His stiffened fingers must have carried authority, for she nodded; and he saw her get a chair and stand with it, ready to do his bidding..