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Mr. Patton, who “placed” the refugees, was glad of Billy’s request, for the child’s struggle for self-control had touched him; and he knew no one would be a kinder mother to her than Mrs. Bennett. Mrs. Bennett rose and tucked him in snugly. “Let us drop it till school closes, Billy. Then we’ll talk it over.” “Ah Miss Gordon, I see you love the music too,” he murmured in her ear. “But where does our fun come in? Girls don’t build railroads,” Bess complained..