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The bottle went crash, and a furious yell informed the neighborhood that the Gang was “up to some new deviltry.”,Presently, Moses made for the yard and on his way, offered tribute to Betty by standing on his head on the mat at the door.,And the shouts that greeted this fiat shook the old barn and made the hens in the hay cackle with fright.,“Not unless you wish to so much that you will not do anything else, Billy. The world needs preachers of the right kind sadly; and the right kind take up the calling reverently, though they know it will bring them small worldly return and much toil.”,He winced with pain, reeled, and would have fallen but for the other’s sustaining hand.,“Wisht that orful pitcher ’d fall inter the swill-pail an’ then turn a somerset in the soot-pile,” murmured the boy as he noticed the care exercised over its safety.,“I mix up words that way sometimes, too,” the child excused.,Visitors! He saw them through the window. Every step was growing more painful,—he must get to his room. The space from the woodshed roof to the tower room, before so easily surmounted by a swinging jump, looked now as high and far as Mount Whitney. Back to the window he turned. The firelight was dancing on the walls. Sister Edith was talking gayly to neighbors who were standing near the door, and May Nell was snuggled beside his mother on the couch, the great yellow cat, or a part of him, sprawling on her small lap.,“Is theh faywies wound heah, Betty? Can they see us?” inquired the little boy in awe-struck tones.,“Mary Ellen Smith; but my mama calls me May Nell; and she says—she says ‘kid’ is vulgar.” The last words were very shy.,Presently the little Chinese boy returned, his grin resumed, and a large basket on his arm.,“You romp!” came the disgusted voice once more. “You’d better cut your hair, and your skirts, and be a child again.”.