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CHAPTER XI.—JONAH AND THE WHALE.,“Now hold his head between your hands and tell him not to touch me.”,“Oh Miss Gordon,” cried Betty suddenly roused to fresh interest, “you must see my pet turkey after supper. He has only one eye an’ he walks corner ways an’ his name is Job an’ I jist love him.” Betty’s breath was all used up and she sat back exhausted.,The effulgence of Mrs. Wopp’s smile was somewhat obscured by “I told you so’s,” but the aroma of the steaming teapot soon restored its radiance.,“To be shore you kin,” was the reply, “but don’t hurry too much an’ smarsh the crockery.”,Mrs. Wopp’s voice, a dramatic outburst before which almost any cloud would have quailed, filled the bedroom. Betty turned to Nell Gordon, “I hope all yer clouds’ll hev silver linin’s, Miss Gordon,” she smiled.,Vigorously cleaning up the still bewildered victim, Mrs. Wopp hurled fresh orders.,“What is Fuji Mamas?”,After these followed Jean as Rain. Wherever she passed the singers bowed their heads and sang more softly, and Frost retreated in haste.,“Try a mile with this can and see where you come out in the race.”,“I’m sec’etary; and I pass the books, and sing; and I’m—I’m giggle squelcher.”,“But if your steamer works you don’t want its secrets peddled round; and girls always blab.”.