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Vigorously all joined in the closing hymn and Mrs. Wopp’s high soprano could be heard above all the other voices. A sense of duty well performed added even greater power to the vocal billowing. “Moses, here with that pie,” called the gratified Mrs. Wopp, “Yer par wants some.” “All over the house does she put them?” the child asked after she had snipped a fragrant heap. “Please, Mister, my nose was bleedin’ an’ I lorst my way lookin’ fer warter, an’ here I am on Jording’s stormy banks.”.