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“His tail’s druv in too far fer to waggle much though,” returned Moses eyeing the diminutive stump.,“Here is Isobel. What kept you so late, young lady?” As Mr. Crump spoke he viewed the young girl with justifiable pride.,“She has a music class in Loma; and it isn’t dreamland, either, teaching; but she has to earn grub for me, sister does.” The frank statement of a truth he had grown accustomed to this morning roused a feeling of shame, and he gazed steadily at his plate.,Fer our reapin’ bye ’n’ bye.”,Mrs. Wopp’s eagle eye, again rested on the lowering face of her offspring.,“Do you know that piece of music called ‘The Rose of Larst Summer’?” inquired the musical connoisseur.,CHAPTER IX.—THE VAUDEVILLE SHOW.,However, the stove-pipe was at last cleaned and ready to put up. Moses’ moroseness had by now developed into a complaint, the chief symptoms of which were sniffling and coughing.,“Oh, Miss Gordon, here’s my name,” announced Betty, excitedly, pointing to a central part of the quilt. “An’ here’s yours right clost to it.”,Edith came in dressed for church.,Betty winced slightly as the chilly weapon touched her face, but recollecting the importance of the issue at stake she submitted tamely to be shorn. In a few moments Moses stepped back to contemplate the result of his drastic work. There was no denying that it had totally changed his little sister’s appearance. A queer expression on Moses’ face made Betty enquire anxiously, “What is it? Don’t I look orlright Moses?”,They turned into the town’s finest hotel, just opened..