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“All over the house does she put them?” the child asked after she had snipped a fragrant heap. “Poor little chaps! They’ve been talking circus for a month.” Billy laughed. “Mixed again, mamma. This is Vilette,” he drew one bashful little girl nearer the stranger, “and this is Evelyn, Echo, we call her.”.

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CHAPTER XV.—MERRY-MAKING IN THE HAY-LOFT. BILLY did not lift his face from the pillow; he was striving to steady throat and voice. “Well?” she questioned. THE day was fine. Billy, not long released from his green shade, wondered if the world was ever so lovely before; the flowers so sweet, the birds so joyous. Could it be only a few short weeks since that gray Sunday? Billy’s confinement had quickened him, introduced him to himself; now he looked on life with wider eyes, with a more understanding heart..