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“But they are dead,” Jimmy protested.,“Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp.,“S’tup,” he commanded. Jethro immediately sat up on his hind legs.,So the hours passed. The two women had their quiet rest till five o’clock when they came down for the usual singing. May Nell had a sweet voice, surprisingly strong for a child; and when she asked to play her own accompaniment to a little song unknown to Edith, the latter was surprised by the child’s skill, and still more by her rare feeling and expression.,“But you may have broken bones—be seriously injured.”,They all went off, a merry, noisy troop. And the disappearing sun was the last to say to Billy “Good-night.”,Billy turned the bulky papers over and over as if to gather some hint of their meaning from fold and stiffness. “What is it, Mr. Smith?” he asked wonderingly.,“It was quite all right,” answered Nell, anxiously watching for the reappearance of Mr. Wopp’s knife, “Mr. Eliot gave me a glorious drive over the prairie behind his team of greys, but,” with a sly look towards the young rancher, “I don’t believe he likes to meet trains.”,“I think the linin’ of Miss Gordon’s cloud needs polishin’ these days,” ventured Betty, shyly.,“But the Lord hed his eye on Joner an’ put an orful wind on the sea.”,“What else did they do ’sides dancing, Betty?” questioned St. Elmo.,“O, Mar, jist a teeny-weeny brown crust, it carn’t hurt me.”.