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“Oh, Billy!” she said, despairingly; and he knew in spite of her smile that she disliked his words. “The little girl is looking for you. She is lonely; you must amuse her.”,“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled.,“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled.,But at last they got under way and proceeded as quietly as possible down the back street to the home of Mrs. Lancaster, where Buzz, as the “Prize Baby of Vine County,” awaited them in his car, which was very handsome,—one would never have dreamed it was only a large wash-tub strapped to a coaster; flowers and cloth do make such wonderful changes if handled with art!,“First you must eat, and rest, so that you can tell us about your mother; then we’ll see what can be done.” Mrs. Bennett took the child into the pleasant living-room where Billy had put a fourth place at the table next his own.,“Will you please play it fer us then, it is so touchin’. You will find the music on the organ.”,“You hitch Jethro to yer ole ’xpress waggon, ’n I’ll hitch Job to a prune-box with spool-wheels,” suggested Betty.,“All ready?” cried Captain Billy. “Are you ready, Ladybird?”,Whose feet never tire,,“Did you forget their breakfast, Billy?” the child questioned earnestly.,“You must do it,” he spelled. His stiffened fingers must have carried authority, for she nodded; and he saw her get a chair and stand with it, ready to do his bidding.,“Wotcher want, Nosey?”.