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Yet they had already stopped, turned, and driven quickly to the house, hurried by the frenzy in the boy’s tones.,Presently Clarence caught up to him and bore him down a side street lest further attempts at apology should cause him to again accost the irate stranger.,“Oh, Mosey, she un’erstan’s everything, she’s jist wonderful.” Betty’s voice was positive.,“That ole bantam has shore got some speeditood,” reflected Moses, in gasps, as he made several futile plunges for Tillie.,“Yes, now. Once she must have been about the same size, you know.” She stood behind the child caressing her cheek.,“Take her in,” Billy gasped. “They stole her; they’re after—save her—hurry—” He could say no more, but suddenly collapsed and sank to the ground; and the last sight he remembered was the dark Italian at the house corner, talking fast, with one hand in a sling, the other waving a knife threateningly.,“Can he mean ‘prodigy,’ do you think, May Nell?” Edith’s eyes were mischievous.,Through the Stygian darkness of the loft loomed the figure of Mrs. Wopp, a white apron of huge dimensions indicating her presence. She made as though to descend the ladder.,“I sorter hoped Moses’d take arter Uncle Josh, too,” she said, regretfully.,“To be shore you kin,” was the reply, “but don’t hurry too much an’ smarsh the crockery.”,“Yes, he can do that; I’ve seen him myself.”,“Do you understand them Betty?”.