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“It’s been the best ever,” Jean said, happily. They all went off, a merry, noisy troop. And the disappearing sun was the last to say to Billy “Good-night.” “No, it can’t wait one minute longer’n it’ll take me to get to town. Maybe I can come back though.”.
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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. Billy hesitated a minute. The dim room, the wicked-looking red lights, Bess so stern and mysterious,—this might frighten the little girl. He ought to wait. “In a minute I heard the teentiest little mew. I looked and there was Tom crouched against the side of the house. He was shivering with fright, and that old tramp cat was eating up his breakfast.” Bess, an only child, was usually present at the[59] frequent entertainments her parents gave, and was familiar with some of the more formal table customs. She wished Billy’s dinner to have every dignity, and to this end rose and proposed a toast to him. They drank it standing, with cheers. And Billy, accustomed to having the largest voice in every noise, stood and joined lustily; till Jackson, who helped his father at the catering for lodge banquets, and knew a thing or two, reached behind Jean and pulled the back of Billy’s coat violently. “Pst! Set down!” he hissed, tragically..
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