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“Why, they know what you say—mind!” May Nell exclaimed, admiringly.,“Gee whack! That’s the hardest work of all,” Billy complimented.,“Anyhow, Mar, that fust punkin pie Par got was a howlin’ success.”,she quoted glibly. “I know a lot more of it. Do you?”,Gee! It was a scaly trick for a little girl, he thought; and felt sick. Would the plank bend too much? Slip? She was such a little thing—if only she could be a truly fairy for a minute!,“Yes, yes; take us to the park, papa,” piped one half of the Siamese Twins.,Saw when you work in the back woodshed.”,“When Moses is growed up, Mar, I think it ’ud be jist lovely fer him to be in the Mounted P’lice. He’s so clever at findin’ things an’ he’d look jist grand in the clothes,” enthused Betty.,“I thank you, Roderick Dhu,” she called out over Billy’s shoulder with another little choke, for Jimmy had refused Mrs. Bennett’s offer of dry clothes and was starting home alone.,“This here dorg is clean tuckered out,” she declared, “ef he swallered a green pea, you’d see it goin’ down orl the way.”,CHAPTER XII THE CIRCUS,Ebenezer Wopp sat at the head of the table. Beaming from behind a promising array of cups and saucers, his portly wife presented a countenance of aggressive hospitality. In height and girth Mrs. Wopp had much the advantage of her husband..