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“Where are you going to take me?” she asked, trying to equal his long stride.,Mrs. Mifsud who had listened to this recital with polite interest, now excused herself on the plea of urgent duties in the kitchen.,“Aint that wonderful Miss Gordon? An’ Betty never had a lesson in her life. She jist naterly takes to music,” said Mrs. Wopp complacently.,Gee! It was a scaly trick for a little girl, he thought; and felt sick. Would the plank bend too much? Slip? She was such a little thing—if only she could be a truly fairy for a minute!,“Golly! They’re working all night. I—ought to—help—to-morrow. I—” He slept again with his good resolution half made.,“Anything else you can do better than a girl?” she jeered, good-naturedly.,In the midst of these reflections, the trombone player of the orchestra came to him.,“She won’t do it; she said so before. She wants to be Alan-bane.”,By two o’clock one bright afternoon in May the school children found it hard to keep their minds concentrated on their lessons. But when their teacher said, “Now, Moses, will you pass the singing books,” a wave of awakened interest perceptibly cleared the atmosphere. Moses promptly proceeded to distribute the geography textbooks.,Everything at the dinner table was in keeping to Betty’s eyes, from the translucent china cups to the dainty blown bubbles of confection served with ice-cream; all so fragile that even one of her small brown fingers might crush them. She laughed as she thought of the annihilating effect, should Moses appear. The ices and the angel cake and the concocted kisses of whiteof-egg confirmed in her mind the suspicion that her wonderful holiday was a dream. “So your name is Betty Wopp?”,His words had a new ring, and his mother was wise enough to respect the young independence in them. “What brought you to this decision, Billy?”,“Are—are you hurt bad, Jimmy?” came in a quaking voice..