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“A girl under foot all the time,” Shifty complained. He had no sister.,“Well, Moses,” queried his genial host at the supper table, “did the skating go pretty good to-day?”,“I love, thou lovest, he loves,” said Clarence, scornfully, in answer to this preposterous question.,“Where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?,Yet it was very strange, they were all happy! Happier, she felt, than her own mother with maids and money, gems, rich gowns, and her motor car at command. Why was it? “Those that won’t work shouldn’t eat.” Could that be true? Then she should not eat, for she never worked. She wondered how it would seem to work.,“Good dog! I understand you, Bouncer, and I’m not lonesome any more.”,Mrs. Wopp was too busy to eat breakfast in the orthodox fashion. She could be heard in the kitchen preparing for the trying ordeal of wash-day. Out in the yard the head of the house was busy feeding the fowl.,“This is Evelyn Dorr, and Vilette, her sister,” Mrs. Bennett was saying.,“I’ll make a note of that, Lize.”,“Wait till the clouds roll by, Jenny,,Jimmy’s face lost its scorn. Someway the sting of his sarcasm never seemed to touch Billy, who could always strike back a surer if less venomous blow. Perhaps that was the very reason why Jimmy, though larger and older, sought Billy and heeded him as he did no other save his own stern father.,Everything at the dinner table was in keeping to Betty’s eyes, from the translucent china cups to the dainty blown bubbles of confection served with ice-cream; all so fragile that even one of her small brown fingers might crush them. She laughed as she thought of the annihilating effect, should Moses appear. The ices and the angel cake and the concocted kisses of whiteof-egg confirmed in her mind the suspicion that her wonderful holiday was a dream. “So your name is Betty Wopp?”.