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“Mudgie, Mudgie,” he shrieked.,After this vigorous onslaught upon the quondam admirer of Nell, Mrs. Wopp ordered Moses to help her prepare the spare room on the ground-floor for the young rancher.,She smiled faintly. “Then my feelings must be bloodthirsty, Billy. How dreadful!”,“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.,Clarence and Harry, much wrapped in white about the head, but with bare little white arms and bare little brown legs, came in solemnly and placed some red lanterns on the table. Bess posed in a chair decorated for the occasion, arranged her draperies, pulled nearer the “incense lamp,” which was her father’s Turkish cigar lighter, laid out her cards, and bent over them in grave silence.,‘The antlered monarch of the waste,“Murder! Murder!” he shouted with all his strength; and his boy’s voice reached far up and down the lonely distances.,Jimmy’s face lost its scorn. Someway the sting of his sarcasm never seemed to touch Billy, who could always strike back a surer if less venomous blow. Perhaps that was the very reason why Jimmy, though larger and older, sought Billy and heeded him as he did no other save his own stern father.,“Gosh!” he exclaimed, as Isobel closed on the last startlingly unexpected note, “that’s where some feller planks his strawr hat on a beauty butterfly!”,‘The antlered monarch of the waste,“Betty, play us a toon,” requested Mr. Wopp who was very fond of music.,“Do you know that piece of music called ‘The Rose of Larst Summer’?” inquired the musical connoisseur..