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“Geegustibus! You kids are doin’ a fine job,” Billy encouraged, as he walked by the line of little bending, sweating backs. “There never was a railroad built on the square like this. Contractors on time; men a-workin’ that’s got brains an’ ain’t afraid to use ’em. Jiminy crickets, it’s fine!” “And you’re my Ladybird sister,” Billy said, very softly for him, and threw his arm about them both. As that energetic lady bustled about the kitchen the same evening setting the bread, her voice rose in a series of trills and other embellishments as she sang “Where is my wanderin’ boy to-night?”.
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“‘Mosey’? Does that mean ‘little Moses’?” “Well, papa did. If he was alive he’d be giving it to me about now, good and plenty.” “This milk happens to be cream. I’ve been wondering what kind of a dessert will take all this.” They were a happy lot. Each held some high-sounding position, the name coined in Billy’s busy brain. His box of abused tools came forth; the much mended wheelbarrow, picks, shovels wobbly from use as well as abuse, improvised things that only an imagination as large as Billy’s could have named tools,—something for each one there..
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