“Doh, re, mi, fah, soh, la, ti, doh,” sang the children in faint uncertain tones.,
Evelyn relieved of her fear of the tottering kettle, roused to her charge. “Go ’way, Billy! Thank you, Billy. You mustn’t stay here! They’ll scold me. They said for me not to let you come; an’—”,
She put back his tumbled hair, looked long into his eyes, realizing with a shock that she was looking up. Her little boy was gone..
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