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Mrs. Bennett bade him good-night, and left him to the stars and the quiet night. Her heart was still sore for the little boy of the past, yet a strange joy came to her; the thoughtful, observant, earnest man had heralded his coming. She should be very proud of him.,“But Jean’s two times as big as May Nell.”,“Giving music lessons isn’t work. I’d love to do that.”,By the time the deep apple-pie was brought in, raised in the centre by a cup, he had become facetious, and turning a mirthful countenance to Nell, he whispered audibly, “Isn’t it just like Fuji Yama?” Before Nell could answer, Betty broke in.,As Mrs. Wopp was preparing for bed that night, she recalled the sensation the sight of her reckless offspring had given her.,Whose feet never tire,,A pretty little figger,,She glanced down the road, and swiftly around. Not a soul in sight. Obedience was inevitable.,“They’d look purtier, Glory, ef you’d put more colors in,” commented Mrs. Wopp.,“No, it isn’t, sister! I’ve thought of a way out. Keep the kids straight here—I’ll be back in a minute.”,“That’s you, papa,” Clarence piped, as an anxious post warning.,Then scartter seeds of kindness.