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CHAPTER VII THE FIGHT “That boy’ll sartinly spill the tea,” prophecied Mrs. Wopp, with laughing pessimism. “Say, it’s a donation party, isn’t it?” Billy did not see Harold wink at the twins, but picked up his mower and started across the lawn at a trot..

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“Won’t you dive Elmo some wed ones, too?” he pleaded. Billy ran off full of vague expectation born of his mother’s smile. No one in all the country round, not even Harold Prettyman, whose father had the finest farm in Vine County, had such a splendid place to play as the Bennetts’ back lot that sloped down to Runa Creek. As Billy slammed the gate and bounded out on a huge boulder that hung over the creek, a sounding cheer greeted him from below. Several ladies of the district were already busy “scttin’ up” the quilt when Mrs. Wopp and her satellites entered the Mifsud parlor. “Who wants to drive my trained bear an’ monkey? Only a dime stranger, only a dime!”.