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In the front seat of the Wallace school sat Mannel Rodd. Nell Gordon declared that he was the roundest object she had ever seen in human form. Though he had arrived at the mature age of five, he still retained that cherubic appearance which one sees in the paintings of old masters. His eyes were as round as the rather sparsely-located buttons on his shirt. His nose was a small round knob. When he opened his little round mouth to lubricate a squeaky slate pencil or perhaps to enunciate some such interesting statement as this, “The cat is on the mat,” he disclosed a row of pearly little teeth. Indeed his whole face would have been as round as the moon, were it not that his chin took an unexpected little saucer-like curve in the very middle of it.,“Last November.”,The child obeyed, but her fingers trembled; and Bouncer whined and licked her hand.,“Shade of Beelzebub! Where did you spring from?” shouted the astonished man.,“Yet let him sleep downstairs,” Edith persisted.,“Not arf as smart as a magpie,” dissented Moses, “I’ve saw magpies that c’d think up the scheminest things.” Moses was beginning to suffer from a surfeit of information and wanted to make a break in the proceedings.,“They’re great frauds, those aristocratic cats of sister’s,” Billy explained; “not a bit of use. They won’t fight, and—”,“Who wants to drive my trained bear an’ monkey? Only a dime stranger, only a dime!”,Mrs. Wopp’s suggestion had an immediate and salutary effect on the boy.,Billy hurried away, and arrived at his home before the hack, bread and cream safe in spite of threatened dangers.,Loch Katrine lay beneath him rolled,’”,“Stop that there ‘Dead March of Saul,’ an’ go put on yer overalls,” ordered Mrs. Wopp, “what’s the idear of the gardenin’ tool, go git the littlest shovel to put inter the chimbly, an’ don’t let the grass grow under yer feet, neither.”.