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“My boy, you have done a wonderful thing!” he said when Billy had finished. “You must come with me and tell your story again. If it comes out as I think, you’ll earn at least a thousand dollars.” “No, no! Don’t, mother! I’ll run away! I’ll—” He groaned and left his sentence unfinished. “Did you forget their breakfast, Billy?” the child questioned earnestly. In a few minutes Moses again touched the man’s elbow, “Say, Mister, I come to arsk yer parding fer larfin’ at yer, but, Glory be! I couldn’t help it. My curtings never rolled up on a funnier sight.”.