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“That’s good news. Run ahead, boy, and show us the way. Fly, fly!”,“And just worships you. Is your lawn mowed?”,“Don’t look so, brother,” Edith said as she kissed him good-bye; “the ‘grub’ is making a fine boy, and I’m proud of him.” Yet as she tied her veil at the mirror she saw the cloud still lingering on his face.,“Put a li’l shoe-black on then an’ that’ll make me dark again,” advised Betty serenely.,“I think you’ve broke my neck, kid,” he said, feebly, as quaking Billy helped him to his feet.,As they neared the house with their disquieting news, Mr. Wopp and Moses were just alighting from the democrat, while Mrs. Mifsud at the open door stood calling out cheery greetings.,CHAPTER XI.—JONAH AND THE WHALE.,“What’s the use of goin’ to a dance and settin’ sleepin’ like one of them spinxes, Ebenezer?” she expostulated as she roused him from his slumbers. The good lady herself had danced almost incessantly until her face had taken on the hue of a ripe pippin.,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!,“It’s my doin’s, Mar,” said Betty, “I made it orl up outer my head.”,“All right. I’m off!”,‘The antlered monarch of the waste.