“I think you’ve broke my neck, kid,” he said, feebly, as quaking Billy helped him to his feet.,
And that night after school, when May Nell’s little wardrobe was all packed,—not without a slight baptism of Edith’s tears,—and waiting for the morning train, Mr. Smith came in and put a ceremonious looking document into Billy’s hand.,
“Not a bit!” His words were strangely impatient. “I’ve got to find her!” He started past them..
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