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Betty playfully thrust a small forefinger into one of the fresh biscuits on the table and bore it, impaled on the rosy weapon, triumphantly to her plate. This was for the amusement of Moses, but instead of laughing as he was expected to do, he eyed his little sister with assumed indifference.,CHAPTER XV.—MERRY-MAKING IN THE HAY-LOFT.,“Salute your partner,” yelled Geordie Hodgekiss, the first caller-off.,“Surely Billy has earned it, Mrs. Bennett,” Mr. Smith urged.,There was room on the slip of paper for only this last item, so numerous had been the demands, during this busy day, on Mr. Wopp’s memory.,“His tail’s druv in too far fer to waggle much though,” returned Moses eyeing the diminutive stump.,Betty watching her, thought she had never seen “Mar” look so handsome and she thoroughly appreciated the cause.,Thus adjured by his father the elocutionist began in a loud dramatic voice:,“The robin is jist the carinest bird,” she added.,“You’ll have to break the record if you get here before noon.”,“Wot’s the use of livin’ if Betty grows them there wings they talk of?” he demanded of the fowl as they scurried from his path.,Evelyn relieved of her fear of the tottering kettle, roused to her charge. “Go ’way, Billy! Thank you, Billy. You mustn’t stay here! They’ll scold me. They said for me not to let you come; an’—”.