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Jean and the twins, Charley, George and some others, rattled down the stairs; while Clarence and Harry stood rigid, with wooden scymitars drawn, one on each side of the door. “O, Dadsie,” was the reply, “this is recital afternoon, you know.” “Never mind Mosey, yer heart don’t need fixin’ anyhow,” comforted Betty. CHAPTER XI GOOD-NIGHT IN THE FO’CASTLE.