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“Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp.,CHAPTER IX.—THE VAUDEVILLE SHOW.,“Howard Eliot may larf, but I think these writin’s is real clever.” Mrs. Wopp grew thoughtful, “Moses’ Aunt Lucindy’s cousin, by marriage, had talents fer literatoor. But the pore girl married an undertaker an’ she writ no more.”,The sun rose over the hills and his presence could be ignored no longer. As the Wopp family were driving silently home in the chilly morning, Moses, growing reminiscent, remarked with a yawn:,“Here Mosey,” said Betty, “is a tin crown. You can fasten it on with this wire. See?”,Which last order was the signal for a giddy frolic. Finally, “Everybody promenade, you know where,” and the dancers joined the spectators on the benches.,“You young scamp, you found water, didn’t you, more than you needed? For the love of St. Patrick, if it isn’t the spalpeen that split his sides laughing at me falling on the ice yesterday!”,As Mrs. Wopp adjusted her bonnet before leaving the house, she gave minute instructions to Mr. Wopp.,“I’m sec’etary; and I pass the books, and sing; and I’m—I’m giggle squelcher.”,“I reckon Joner hadn’t any too much light,” opined Mrs. Wopp.,“Then I’ll be a—a preacher if I ought to. But gee! it’s rocky!”,“Gosh! Wisht Betty was here right this minute. Mebbe I’m dyin’. Hope nobody starts twangin’ a harp. My nose is worser’n ever!”.