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But his mother watched out the night.,“I’ll make a note of that, Lize.”,“Peter Stolway, may I arsk you to tell out loud what you was whisperin’?”,She emerged from the house her hair coiled on the top of her head and decorated with a strip of shining silver from an empty biscuit tin. Thus had she seen a circus lady dressed on one never-to-be-forgotten day. Around her small body was draped a yellow silk shawl of Mrs. Wopps. Her feet were encased in a pair of Ebenezer Wopp’s reddest socks, bound on by bright green ribbon ripped from her winter hat. From her fair hair floated a white aigret made of chicken feathers hastily wired together. Moses needed no aigret as a strand of red hair stood upright from the crown of his head.,“She’s the swellest looking one in the whole school,” he whispered to his smiling mother.,She clapped him into her own warm bed, and incredibly soon things were sizzling over the alcohol lamp.,“Your nose is out of joint, Edith! I’ve got a new sister.” But his eyes belied his blunt words.,At last she looked up and pointed a startling finger at May Nell. “Mary Ellen Smith, my familiars, who guard the portals of futurity, declare that you shall be the first honored. Minions, depart! Slaves, guard the door!”,“All this turnin’ is good for the liver too you know,” she continued, as her son’s vinegary expression remained unaltered.,The first sign of return to health was indicated by a slight querulousness that invalids seem to claim as their prerogative. The convalescent wanted books and pictures, her discarded favorite, Hannah, stiff with long neglect, and her pets individually and collectively. Then having run the gamut of dumb playmates, she called for her beloved friends.,“You bet it’s work! ’Specially when she gets hold of a cub like me.”,“Sure!” Billy assented, heartily. “I take it back about old Sir Thomas; I guess they’re equal partners, after all.”.