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When the house was reached, Eliza Wopp was standing, an effective barricade, at the door, waving her large hands in a gesture indicative of dismay. Moses stoically told his tale of assault. “I must of looked like that Lize or the picter couldn’t of been took.” Ruefully he rubbed his bald crown. “You must ’scuse me not goin’ to meet you, Miss Gordon,” apologized Mr. Wopp, as he held suspended a knife full of mashed potato, destined for his mouth. “But I hev a sick cow I couldn’t git away from, so I ast Howard here to drive in fer you.”.
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“Man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upwards,” quoted Mrs. Wopp. “We’ve had sich a time, but I’m shore our li’l Mornin’-Glory is gittin’ better now.” She gazed at the child with true maternal affection. “She’s lookin’ kinder peart agin.” In front of the stone steps that led up to the barred door he hesitated; but the dog raced round to the rear. Instantly Billy followed. Mrs. Wopp’s suggestion had an immediate and salutary effect on the boy. “I think you’ve broke my neck, kid,” he said, feebly, as quaking Billy helped him to his feet..
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