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The pursuit lasted longer than was anticipated and was most disastrous to the clean kitchen floor. Betty and Moses themselves got soot on their shoes and their footprints wrought havoc in the spotless kitchen.,Warwick Bro’s & Rutter, Limited, Printers and Bookbinders, Toronto, Canada.,“You don’t like Sir Thomas because he’s a little indolent.”,“Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp.,Edith finished her music lesson, dismissed her pupil, and made the little girl tidy if comical, in one of her own frocks. And when the four sat to eat, Billy’s voice rang above the rest in the little song they sang in lieu of grace.,“It looks jist as ef the sun had crept into that corner at larst,” she decided.,Bouncer barked at Billy’s heels. Geewhillikins chased an imaginary foe down the hill, and Jerusalem Crickets crept stealthily along the upper support of the side picket fence, trailing a venturesome sparrow.,“You look like some kind-faced happygo-lucky cow, chewin’ her cud,” teased Mrs. Wopp, standing at the parlor door and noting the reminiscent moving of her son’s jaws.,“That’s for Billy’s cats; mine need none,” Edith declared.,“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled.,“All right Lize, I’ll jist make a note of that.”,“Glory be! It’s pulled apart at the other end!” ejaculated the perspiring assistant..