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“I am not going to let you see any more compositions,” exclaimed Nell, “You are just making fun of my poor children.”,“Moses didn’t want to clip me Mar, but I thought ’twould be a ’provement to hev nice white eyebrows.” As Betty spoke one large tear rolled slowly down her cheek moistening in its course a small drop of blacking which Moses had overlooked in his cleansing operations, adding still more to the child’s grotesque appearance.,They tied the horses, and once hidden from the road, shed every superfluous garment. Billy was quite ashamed of the chill he could not help when he saw the handcuffs, pistols, and cartridges disposed neatly and conveniently about the Sheriff’s waist. They looked so vicious, “disrespectable.”,“Betty, play us a toon,” requested Mr. Wopp who was very fond of music.,Thus interrogated, the boy who had caught but one fleeting word of the sentence, reddened, and shuffling his feet, said he’d “often rode a wild cayuse.”,“Oh, Billy, don’t ask me. I can’t bear to think of it. But I almost forgot,—your mother said if I saw you to tell you to go by the store and get a loaf of bread. There’s the train!”,“No, no! They’ll kill us!”,“I must of looked like that Lize or the picter couldn’t of been took.” Ruefully he rubbed his bald crown.,Moses regained his equilibrium and as the water came just to his hips he turned to retrace his way to the steps down which he had wandered.,Dim religious lights from stained glass windows shone through the church and falling on the boy chilled him to the marrow.,The first act over, a troop of black-faced comedians occupied the stage.,Loch Katrine lay beneath him rolled,’”.