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“Come, Betty Girl,” said Moses, “Mar wants you to go to bed.”,“That’s no giant. She isn’t bigger’n a kid. Will she let you come to play? The Gang’s coming to-morrow.”,Jean hid a queer little smile that she could not repress.,“There Nancy,” she whispered, “is a sunbeam for breakfast dipped in milk.”,“Billy, ask Mr. Patton to let her come to your house! There aren’t any boys.” Jean’s voice trembled with eagerness.,Picking up a second paper at random, “This is a composition on Alfred the Great,” he explained.,“Oh, Lord, she’s orl I got,” he wailed. He hinted that there would be no more light in him, than in Job’s blind eye, should Betty be lost to him.,“Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.”,Was there to be another murder? Ought he to call? If he did wouldn’t they turn on him—kill him? No matter. Some one might be on the road and hear. And he could run pretty fast. Anyway he must risk it.,“Why, Betty?”,Gamin’ out the thorns an’ charff,,“Why, Billy, what has happened to make you think so?”.