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The inexorable portrait on the wall seemed to gaze down on the recalcitrant youth with disapproval. Several hands waved wildly and a chorus of voices eagerly broke in; through the childish babel could be heard a lisping narrative. Hot water, lotions, a mother’s tender hands, best of all, a mother’s comprehending heart,—it is wonderful what cures these can make. In an hour Billy was comparatively at ease. His sore body still ached, and his eyes “felt like red fire on the Fourth,” he said; but the world seemed less dark, and he was glad his mother had not taken him at his word and left him to bear his trouble alone..
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“She said, the Queen of Sheba did, that I’d be in danger, and some one would save me. And I’d have a s’prise, and a hus—husband, and fi-five c-chil— children!” She wailed again and hid her face on Mrs. Bennett’s shoulder. “You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?” 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?” CHAPTER XII.—THE AUTOGRAPH QUILT..
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