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“Let’s all go to the parlor, Mar, and hev some music. It isn’t every evenin’ we hev company,” said Mr. Wopp. She stooped and kissed him. Several hands waved wildly and a chorus of voices eagerly broke in; through the childish babel could be heard a lisping narrative. Through the Stygian darkness of the loft loomed the figure of Mrs. Wopp, a white apron of huge dimensions indicating her presence. She made as though to descend the ladder..