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“Come, Betty Girl,” said Moses, “Mar wants you to go to bed.” “Billy! Who could steal our little girl? I cannot think it. She’s gone with some of the children to watch the fire.” Mrs. Bennett’s words were braver than her face, for in her heart she felt Billy was right, though she wondered why. Directly the invalid’s querulous demand for the rancher was made, Moses started off to fetch him. “Measles,” Mrs. Bennett pronounced; and though it was a light case, and in a day or so Billy felt as well as ever except his eyes, they were sentenced to a dark room..