“Try a mile with this can and see where you come out in the race.”,
She put back his tumbled hair, looked long into his eyes, realizing with a shock that she was looking up. Her little boy was gone.,
They all went off, a merry, noisy troop. And the disappearing sun was the last to say to Billy “Good-night.”.
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