Still, since Billy had broken his resolution of silence, he was feverishly eager to talk. His thoughts were erratic, now in the present, again flying back to the past. “O mother, you should be lickin’ me ’nstead of petting me!” he broke out passionately.,
“No matter, Billy. I think she was sent to us; and we shall find a way. Are the chickens fed?”,
Jean, too, crossed the little bridge, climbed the fence, mounted her wheel, and rolled off down the dusty road..
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