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“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled.,“Yes, I can, right now!” The little girl, full of enthusiasm for her beloved yellow cat, went over and laid her hand impressively on Billy’s arm. “You know the dining-room window screen hung from the top, that has the broken catch on one side?”,“Cleanin’ up’s next, Mose. Take my device an’ shoo away them hens an’ chickings. Mar’ll be home soon.”,“Stop!” his upheld warning hand said to May Nell. He found his knife, cut his lashings, and beckoned to her vehemently. He waited only for the crash of glass and sash, when he threw himself outstretched on the ground, and pushed the board hard against the lower edge of the window frame.,Here his laughter became a series of concussions decidedly menacing to his well-being.,Again he laughed, and patted May Nell roughly but not unkindly. “I do; but there’s preliminaries before I get you two together. Sabe?”,“It’s been the best ever,” Jean said, happily.,“I did hunt the aigs,” lied the unhappy Moses who was afraid he was going to miss something.,“The bulliest time yet!” shouted Charley from the street.,“Oh, chuck the business,” Jean said impatiently. “Can’t it wait till noon? I must go home then.”,Mrs. Wopp’s eyes fell on the stained shawl.,Mrs. Wopp was too busy to eat breakfast in the orthodox fashion. She could be heard in the kitchen preparing for the trying ordeal of wash-day. Out in the yard the head of the house was busy feeding the fowl..