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“I’d love to, Billy,” Mrs. Lancaster whispered; “I’ve never liked being grown up.” Fer our reapin’ bye ’n’ bye.” “Well, he ain’t dead; he’s alive and bully, with a wad that bulges. I’m going to take you to him.”.

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“Now Mis’ Stephens, call the boys,” requested Mrs. Wopp who was the busiest of the group. “No, no, the Fo’castle! I—Here they come!” Billy set down some cups with dangerous haste and ran out. Betty, feeling that further explanations were worse than useless, submitted to be led to the sink where her energetic foster-mother subjected her to so many soapy treatments that in a few minutes time she emerged very red in the face but purified. In the hours of joy that followed, joy known only to boys and farms in conjunction, Billy,—and it was unusual for him,—more than once recalled his mother’s words; heeded them to the extent of bidding Harold a reluctant good-bye when the sun was still blazing high above the horizon. But when, on his way home, he came to the branching of the road his good resolution weakened. He looked back. The sun was surely more than an hour high. He would have time to go up the hill road to the “Ha’nt.” And, beside that, he wished to look at the river where its divided flow encircled a tiny, shrub-grown island..