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“Don’t, mother! Mother, don’t come in here! Don’t come in the same room with me,—I’m not fit for— O mother, I’ve hurt Jimmy for life!”,Mrs. Wopp repeated the words, slowly rolling them on her tongue as though to extract every ounce possible of scriptural nutriment, “So they took up Joner and carst him forth inter the sea.”,They all went off, a merry, noisy troop. And the disappearing sun was the last to say to Billy “Good-night.”,“Sharpen these pencils, Moses, please, for the drawing lesson.”,Billy made no reply. He wondered if he ought to stay at home.,“Did you see the fine bin of carrots, Mar?” inquired Betty.,“I’ll lick you good and plenty,” answered the man, his face purple with indignation. Whereupon Moses, overcome utterly with mirth, lost his own balance and rubbed his freckled nose along a shining streak of slippery pavement.,In a cage of wire netting bearing the legend, “The Roc—The Egg,” the uncomfortable gander swayed and craned his neck; and all but his voice was satisfactory. In the bottom of the cage a whitewashed stone the size of a small pumpkin did duty as the egg.,“But she’s a girl.”,“Are you hungry, Isobel?” questioned her mother.,“Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp.,“Oh, no; she must be Jean.”.