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“A dose of senner tea’ll fix that, my boy,” was Mrs. Wopp’s cheerful rejoinder.,“Let us keep the wheat an’ roses,“Gosh! Wisht Betty was here right this minute. Mebbe I’m dyin’. Hope nobody starts twangin’ a harp. My nose is worser’n ever!”,“Sharpen these pencils, Moses, please, for the drawing lesson.”,“Oh, please, mister, sir, don’t hurt Bouncer. I’d rather you’d hit me. He’s the best dog ever lived, and I won’t let you hurt him.” Her courage grew as she spoke, and he stopped his search and glanced her way. She looked up, bravely pleading for the dog she hugged harder.,“Open window.”,That was not difficult, for the soft silk slipped into a knot as strong as if tied in hemp.,The shower was over in a few moments and all prepared to leave the barn for the house.,Betty was thoroughly engrossed in her subject. Her story was entirely of birds and flowers and fairies. True, the pictures did not realize in their movements the lightning-like rapidity of “really truly” moving pictures, but they moved as fast as the young eyes that followed them could wish.,with,“But it’s a secret,” she whispered in smothered distress. “Please to go!”,Betty, who had understanding, was not turned from the subject of her thoughts..