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Moses, his feelings by this time wrought to a state of down-right rebellion, grasped a pail in either hand and sought the peaceful atmosphere of the river. “I dassent do it, Betty,” replied Moses. “Anyhow this ole pair of scissors ’d do the job better.” CHAPTER XIII.—MOSES GAINS PRESTIGE..
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While Betty, mounted on a bench in the shed, was getting down her watering-can, Job, who during the afternoon had searched diligently but vainly for her, rounded the corner of the garden fence. He noted the open gate and sped towards it. As he entered the garden his eye fell on St. Elmo who stood absorbed and expectant. The turkey, his odd corner-wise gait accentuated by his anxiety of mind, rushed towards the child who at first did not notice his approach. But presently, turning around, St. Elmo beheld an apparently formidable assailant which by the most powerful flight of imagination could not be mistaken for a fairy. All escape by way of the gate was shut off by the intruder. St. Elmo’s plump legs, bare above his low socks, twinkled as he ran wildly towards the foot of the garden. “It’s plain lazy. He won’t even wash himself.” “I did hunt the aigs,” lied the unhappy Moses who was afraid he was going to miss something. “No, no, the Fo’castle! I—Here they come!” Billy set down some cups with dangerous haste and ran out..
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