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After supper, Betty was sought diligently, but without success. At last Moses discovered her underneath the huge red tablecloth that covered the dining-room table. She was sound asleep on the floor with Jethro in her arms and his head on her bosom. Her face was smeared with tear-stains.,“For three days an’ three nights there was no sleep fer his eyes nor slumber fer his eyelets.”,Jean changed the situation by proposing a toast to Billy’s new sister.,“And just worships you. Is your lawn mowed?”,Billy sprang up. The dark man of the sinister house was passing on his way to town; had answered a horseman’s salute. The boy could not see the house; but on the high hill above it he saw the other brother, regardless of the Sabbath, hoeing his vineyard.,“Yes—go on quick! Here come folks!”,“But the Lord hed his eye on Joner an’ put an orful wind on the sea.”,Warwick Bro’s & Rutter, Limited, Printers and Bookbinders, Toronto, Canada.,The bottle went crash, and a furious yell informed the neighborhood that the Gang was “up to some new deviltry.”,“This is a xylophone, take this little wooden hammer and play a few notes.” Moses took the hammer held out to him and striking a wooden bar brought out a weird but sweet sound. He struck several bars in succession and was enraptured to find that they produced a sort of veiled silvery music. “Sounds like the moon looks when you carnt see it fer clouds,” he mused, “Mar thinks I’d make a moosican, mebbe she’s right.”,“La now! An’ why do you say that, my dear?” inquired Mrs. Wopp. “Set up straight, Moses, yer back looks like you was packin’ a sack of pertaters.”,The effulgence of Mrs. Wopp’s smile was somewhat obscured by “I told you so’s,” but the aroma of the steaming teapot soon restored its radiance..