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It must have been hours past midnight when Billy’s chattering voice startled his mother. She had heard no bell; the boy himself stood by her bedside; she could see him dimly against the window. “O, Dadsie,” was the reply, “this is recital afternoon, you know.” “Worse! She said soon I’d have to be very brave—that ain’t bad—but I’m goin’ to be—to be a minister—a preacher!” The last word came with a woe-begone vehemence that made his mother laugh. Moses’ teeth chattered. It was not cold, but wash-day meant to the unhappy boy a dismal round of duties..