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“Then I went in an’ spoke to ’em ’s though I hadn’t heard a word, and hustled off to bed. I thought ’most all night, and decided that sister shan’t wait a day longer for me to grow up. I’m going to hustle for myself, so she can get married.”,The infant class which was to be under the guidance of Mrs. Wopp for the day, consisted of seven small pupils. They were seated on a low bench in one corner of the church. Green denim curtains were hung in such a way that, after the preliminary devotional exercises, the little class could be screened from the adults and older pupils. A blackboard stood on the floor, and upon a table near by were many colored crayons. The infantile mind required such aids to the imagination.,“Oh, please, mister, sir, don’t hurt Bouncer. I’d rather you’d hit me. He’s the best dog ever lived, and I won’t let you hurt him.” Her courage grew as she spoke, and he stopped his search and glanced her way. She looked up, bravely pleading for the dog she hugged harder.,“Kinder rocky.”,CHAPTER XIII THE HIDDEN HUT,CHAPTER XV AGAINST THE FIRE,Supper over and dishes hurried out of sight, the floor was once more cleared and the real business of the evening was resumed.,All were silent for a little. Most of them had been more than once to San Francisco’s celebrated dealer in sweets.,“One of the brothers, hurt.”,Not deigning to notice this irrelevant interruption the teacher proceeded.,“No, no, the Fo’castle! I—Here they come!” Billy set down some cups with dangerous haste and ran out.,The solid rock of the mountain had been cut away from the rear of the house to form a natural, paved court. At the top was a small chicken coop, its wall flush with the wall of rock; and near it grew an oak sapling not larger than Billy’s arm..