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“O, Mosey, these leaves is lovely, an’ jist look here roun’ the edge, looks like the fairies has left footprints!”,Mrs. Wopp was too busy to eat breakfast in the orthodox fashion. She could be heard in the kitchen preparing for the trying ordeal of wash-day. Out in the yard the head of the house was busy feeding the fowl.,“Arsk a blessin’, Ebenezer.”,Moses began cutting make-believe tickets using the paper and scissors thrust into his hand by the capable manageress of the show.,“But Mrs. Carter’ll expect—” Billy began, yet stopped, for the physician was laughing.,‘The antlered monarch of the waste,“I guess he didn’t say ‘lick,’ Billy.”,He outrivalled all his efforts of the week, being recalled again and again. Betty was delighted with the nods and smiles that the great man was directing towards Nell and herself and Mrs. Newman; but from his attitude and the blushes of Nell, more than one in the audience knew who was the fountain of his inspiration. The hopes of one stalwart young man in particular rapidly fell to zero.,“Please, Mith Wopp, the latht windthorm upthet our hen-houth.”,“She’s at Vine Hill—miles away; we’ll beat her if we hurry.” His words were a bit breathless.,Not deigning to notice this irrelevant interruption the teacher proceeded.,“Oh!” interposed Betty, “but they didn’t throw a sorft stone. I don’t b’lieve in sorft answers no more.”.