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What really ailed Moses was the prospect of bolstering up the pipes again.,“Won’t you dive Elmo some wed ones, too?” he pleaded.,As the door into the dining-room opened to the little guests, St. Elmo Mifsud’s eyes almost darted out of his head, for there on the centre of a bountifully-spread table stood an enormous chocolate cake with eleven candles burning on it. The revelation supplied a fitting climax for the epochal event of a thrilling picture show.,Moses stared, wondering at this unusual compliment.,“An orful good-natured tied-in-at-the-waist critter, aint it?” commented Moses.,“Yes, he can do that; I’ve seen him myself.”,“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?”,Jean, too, crossed the little bridge, climbed the fence, mounted her wheel, and rolled off down the dusty road.,When Edith planned to turn her pupils’ recital into a great Spring Festival, for the benefit of the sufferers, all the town applauded, and asked how it could help.,“You’d think this here day’s trip to Calgary was a journey to Jeroosalem,” he complained, all his slips of paper used up in jottings to remind him of duties imposed.,Maria now began to get alarmed, and her anxiety being communicated to Clarence and Betty, the three young people set off in a combined search.,CHAPTER VI.—AN EVENING IN THE WOPP PARLOR..