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electropathy️ Asia's number 1 bookmaker channel “Yes—go on quick! Here come folks!”,Next followed a buckboard gaily painted red. Mrs. Mifsud and her daughter Maria aged fourteen who had taken a “quarter” of music lessons and was now the organist of the church, were occupants. Between them was wedged the pet of the family St. Elmo Mifsud a child of four. St. Elmo wore long chestnut curls and an angelic expression. Clarence Egerton Crump, Mrs. Mifsud’s nephew who was visiting his aunt and cousins, accompanied the family on his wheel.,As many of the hens and chickens as could be persuaded were ushered into the yard to add to the numerical strength of the menagerie.,“Are your going to church?” she asked, disappointment drawing her lips to a tremulous curve.,The Wopp parlor was seldom entered, except on very special occasions or when Mrs. Wopp with formality and no undue haste dusted the furniture. The room had an air of solemnity and gloom, absent in the cheerful dining-room where the family usually sat. A homemade rag carpet covered the floor. Six slippery, horsehair chairs, one of them a rocker, and a horsehair couch, which did not invite confidence, were ranged stiffly around the sides of the room. In one corner was an ancient organ, wheezy and querulous with neglect, and in another stood a lofty what-not, on whose numerous shelves were deposited the family treasures. Here, was a woolly lamb at one time beloved of Moses; there his tin savings bank. Stiffly upright stood Betty’s wax doll Hannah, seldom played with and then only for a few minutes at a time. Mrs. Wopp was represented by a few shell boxes and a match box of china flanked by a sleek china cat.，“A whale is a fish bigger nor a house,” answered Pete, with ready assurance.，He had hardly recovered from his laugh when two little girls appeared at the gateway. “There’s Twinnies! Come in, Kiddies, and see my new sister,” he called, as they hesitated.，“That’s good news. Run ahead, boy, and show us the way. Fly, fly!”“I think you’ve broke my neck, kid,” he said, feebly, as quaking Billy helped him to his feet.

“Good-by Dad and Mar and Mosey,” called Betty as she sped down the path toward the school-house.,“Jethro barks with his mouth an’ smiles with his tail,” said Betty.,“It’s time Billy was at home,” he heard his mother say as he opened her room door; and he stumbled on more hurriedly, across the bridge—at last, the Fo’castle!,CHAPTER IV.—WASH-DAY AT MRS. WOPP’S.,When Betty entered the open garden gate she noticed Nancy sitting patiently beside a gopher hole watching for the tiny inmate to appear. In order not to disturb her pet, the child took a roundabout course to the beet patch where Moses and Mrs. Wopp were working.,All were silent for a little. Most of them had been more than once to San Francisco’s celebrated dealer in sweets.,“I’d love to, Billy,” Mrs. Lancaster whispered; “I’ve never liked being grown up.”,CHAPTER IV.—WASH-DAY AT MRS. WOPP’S.,“The fairies might git cross,” countered Betty.,“Lady of the Lake?” she finished quickly in a question. “Do you know that, too? I love it.”,“Land O’ Goshen! Ye’ve a peck of nails in the wall orlready. You couldn’t add two an’ two without wrappin’ up yer thumb an’ countin’ what’s left,” remonstrated Mrs. Wopp.,He was soon at the “lodge of ample size” made the week before, not of “strong logs” but of old fence-rails and willow twigs. He wondered if the girls would be able to imagine it a “lodge,” or if May Nell and Jean, who were to come a little later, could fix it according to the poem..