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Jean hid a queer little smile that she could not repress.,“Hold your grouch, Sour,” Harold expostulated.,“Now hold his head between your hands and tell him not to touch me.”,Mrs. Wopp’s face assumed a forgiving air as she accepted this defence. Then began that portion of the story that leads up to the tragic culmination.,CHAPTER X SIR THOMAS KATZENSTEIN,“But where does our fun come in? Girls don’t build railroads,” Bess complained.,“Come here Betty, till I clean yer face. Where is that boy Moses? I know he had a hand in this. Drat him anyhow,” said the incensed Mrs. Wopp.,“Gosh! Wisht Betty was here right this minute. Mebbe I’m dyin’. Hope nobody starts twangin’ a harp. My nose is worser’n ever!”,“How splendid! You must go, Billy. Do all the boys mind you?”,As Mrs. Wopp was preparing for bed that night, she recalled the sensation the sight of her reckless offspring had given her.,“Wot fer? You girls is alius thinkin’ o’ money.” Moses clinked the nickels in his pocket with the air of a Vanderfeller. Betty’s voice became wheedling.,“Stir yerself Moses or I’ll hev the zoo ready afore yer tickets are writ.”.