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Everything was going smoothly when suddenly a catastrophe stopped short the circus, and left Moses greatly distressed. He inwardly complained that never yet was he “havin’ a good time but some orful thing happened to put a cloud over the sun.” The hens and chickens that had been pressed into the ranks of the circus performers were crowding round a swill-bucket which Moses had left tilted at a precarious angle on an upturned soap-box. In its zig-zag gyrations round the yard, the ostrich, to avoid the ubiquitous fowl, ran against the bucket and the odoriferous contents were splashed over the yellow-draped circus lady. The contents of the swill-pail trickled down Betty’s finery and dropped sadly from the pink headgear of the ostrich.,It was a fine little boat. Johnny was captain and commanded grandly, giving many orders to the postmaster’s sons—those silly pipestems from Christiania, who did not know anything.,"Perhaps I can assist you.",St. Elmo Mifsud, his angelic face framed in silky curls, now became the prey to the machinations of Pete Solway, who had eluded the vigilant eye of Mrs. Wopp during her dramatic recital. A roar of pain escaped the child as a sharp tweak was applied to his curls. Recalled to matters entirely mundane, the teacher administered severe reproof.,"Tell your master," replied the King, "that I thank him and am pleased with his gift.","Well, why not you and Alfred come along and make it a family party, if that is what suits Bill, the boss?",“Why, they know what you say—mind!” May Nell exclaimed, admiringly.,Billy had been a sport! He had shot Bob just as far over as he could and the boy was correspondingly grateful.,Moses was whistling a dismal discordant air in the backyard when the voice of his mother smote his ears.,Jim nodded across to the girl in white. "That's Lou," he informed Billy, "my sister.",“Mary Ellen Smith; but my mama calls me May Nell; and she says—she says ‘kid’ is vulgar.” The last words were very shy.,“‘Goodwill of Luckton,’ of course.”.