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“Gosh! Wisht Betty was here right this minute. Mebbe I’m dyin’. Hope nobody starts twangin’ a harp. My nose is worser’n ever!”,“No; well,” came the answer.,“O Billy, think how many gophers Flash catches, and what gentlemen they are in the house,” Edith defended. She was chorister for one of the churches, and was now gathering her music.,Presently the little Chinese boy returned, his grin resumed, and a large basket on his arm.,“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?”,CHAPTER VII.—THE LITTLE CHURCH IN THE COULEE.,“The house is haunted, Ebenezer. It’s them swear words has brung evil speerits. Moses run fer the ax an’ come back an’ open the stove door, lucky the fire wasn’t started yit.”,“What’s the matter, Billy? Why don’t you go and play? You surely deserve a fine holiday, my big, big son.” She put her arm around him tenderly; and he saw that she remembered. He would be thirteen to-morrow. He had been counting the days; but he thought mother and sister had been too busy to think of it. It was coming—to-morrow, Sunday! If he didn’t have a good time to-day it wouldn’t be any birthday at all.,Through the open door could be heard the strains of “Pull for the shore” sung with heart and soul by the intermediate class, and to that lively air Moses made for the exit as expeditiously as his sodden garments would allow.,“Gee! Did you hear it splash?” screamed Moses.,“No; I’ll do it first thing to-morrow.” He tried vainly to change the subject. “I—”,“Doh, re, mi, fah, soh, la, ti, doh,” sang the children in faint uncertain tones..