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But minds may stray though eyes seem attentive. Two boys began to indulge surreptitiously in the mild amusement of extracting toothsome kernels from refractory shells. Cracking nuts not being conducive to alertness of mind, Mrs. Wopp promptly confiscated a large bag of filberts which proved to be the joint property of Pat Bliggins and Pete Stolway.,Billy had been reeling off stanzas of his favorite “Lady of the Lake,”—“by the yard,” Mrs. Bennett said, acting it as he recited, somewhat retarding the work and endangering the dishes. Now he dropped his towel, caught up his mother and raced with her around the room. He was so strong that she was almost helpless in his grasp.,Picking up a second paper at random, “This is a composition on Alfred the Great,” he explained.,“No; will you tell me?”,“How splendid! You must go, Billy. Do all the boys mind you?”,Then scartter seeds of kindness,Behind the Mifsuds followed a few other parishioners.,“Why, you see,” Billy hesitated, for he was modest, “sister has a class of us heathen boys, and—well, you see, it’s this way; sister says,—she’s partial, you know,—she says I have influence; if I don’t giggle the others won’t, and she gets on O. K.”,“I am not going to let you see any more compositions,” exclaimed Nell, “You are just making fun of my poor children.”,but I can,CHAPTER XIX.—BETTY’S ILLNESS.,A pretty little figger,.