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CHAPTER XIX.—BETTY’S ILLNESS. “No matter, Billy. I think she was sent to us; and we shall find a way. Are the chickens fed?” “You are not a baby, my son; you’ll soon be a man, and it’s time you did your own thinking. Don’t be late for dinner.”.
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A crowd of smaller children momentarily increasing, capered about the sweating five. Max bounded over the high fence, breathless, fearing he would be late. Jean and Bess hurried down the hill, each telling the other she couldn’t spare the time for “just boys’ foolishness.” Jackson appeared on top of the south stone abutment, halting there till Billy’s hearty invitation brought him flying down into the inclosure. Orl the briers from the way. Suddenly, all heads were raised and a sigh of satisfaction escaped Mrs. Wopp’s lips. “Can’t stop. It’s private anyway.” He waved his hand, ran across the foot-bridge and down the road, dodged into the brush for his wheel; and in a moment they heard his shout as he sped by toward town..
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