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“I’m sec’etary; and I pass the books, and sing; and I’m—I’m giggle squelcher.”,“How in the name of orl the aporstles did that hen git in there?” questioned Mrs. Wopp.,“Gee whack! That’s the hardest work of all,” Billy complimented.,Nell’s answer was somehow strangely muffled.,At this mendacious statement Mrs. Wopp turned on her offspring a withering glance.,“Billy, I don’t think you could possibly have been happier on your birthday than I was; yet I was so tired that night that I could not sleep. The work of that day was play to me.”,Relieved, yet with his nerves quivering Billy plunged into the deep woods of the higher altitudes. The air was unusually hot and stifling, and his eyes watered. “Fire in the woods somewhere,” he murmured, recognizing the odor of smoke.,“I am not going to let you see any more compositions,” exclaimed Nell, “You are just making fun of my poor children.”,“He didn’t come roun’ here, I kin tell you though,” joined in Mrs. Wopp, energetically. In speaking of Mr. Zelamba, her voice modulated harshly into a key of hyper-acidulated sharps. “I says to Miss Gordon, an’ she jined in with me, a piannerist may be well ’nough as an actor man, but when it comes to takin’ fer keeps, give me a real man.” After taking a deep breath she continued, “My, but he makes a heap of money an’ he loves it, too; but when he gits to be about forty, the lines in his fiz’ll be as tight as my clothes-rope arter a spell of rain.”,He went out. May Nell stared after him, dazed and trembling. When the key turned in the lock she looked around wildly; ran to the window and tried it. It was nailed down. For a second she stood quite still, gazing straight before her. Then the horror of her plight swept over her; she threw herself on the bed, a crumpled little heap, buried her face in the pillow, and sobbed piteously.,“Oh, Betty,” he begged, “Pease dive me some.”,“Whose Jethro?”.