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"Then you knowed I was scared?" he cried in wonder.,“Elmo saw some gween and white faywies,” he fabricated, “and wanted Mudgie to see them too.”,Mrs. Wopp rose from her chair and seating herself on the sofa beside her husband took his thin hand in her substantial one, squeezing it openly.,"It's the left hind foot of a grave-yard rabbit," said Billy, proudly exhibiting the charm.,“Hurray!” called Bob, who was in the lead. “There she is.”,"Why?","Pa," said the boy, in guarded tones, "you best watch that man Hinter, an' watch him close.","What, already?" exclaimed Patricia rapturously. "You duck! Tell me all about it instantly.",“But what is it that has come?”,"And you mean to tell me that she hatches the egg laid by the mean, bad black bird, Billy?",The Mifsud ranch-house was situated in a valley close to Ripple Creek. This stream was guarded in its serpentine course by a fringe of trees which extended several rods on each side. Moses drove up to the house door with a flourish and his passengers alighted. His mother paused a moment to urge, “Be sure an’ git yer chores done early, Moses, an’ you an’ Par be here fer supper by six o’clock.”,It had been Mrs. Wopp’s aim, to have the names for all the members of the household sanctified by biblical authority. She claimed to have had unnumbered admirers in her youth and had singled out her husband for his scriptural appellation. A store of names had been secretly acquired for use in the event of her marriage, but as in the course of years only one boy had come to add freckles and rotundity to the family circle, she was thankful that she had used at least three of the collection on the fortunate youth. Moses Habakuk Ezra Wopp, the exact counterpart of his mother, sat next to his father and eyed the plate of Betty, who was seated beside him, mentally calculating the amount of each succulent morsel she consumed. Since he was twice her size, he was entitled, he thought, to at least twice her share. On his own plate a lonely pickled onion floated in gravy..