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“I b’lieve Moses’ll eat jelly-roll some day till he rolls up hisself. I’m orful hungry, can I hev some fresh bread?”,In front of the stone steps that led up to the barred door he hesitated; but the dog raced round to the rear. Instantly Billy followed.,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.,“Come, Betty Girl,” said Moses, “Mar wants you to go to bed.”,CHAPTER XVII.—A SAMPLE OF EBENEZER WOPP’S IRE.,“Train? Is she going away?” The small girl’s face grew sorrowful.,The Sheriff wondered at the boy’s vehemence, yet was too busy loading the wagon to pay much attention to him. “Think you’re fit, sonny? You look all in. Better ride to town—we’ll send some one for the little girl.”,“Wait, Billy! You are hurt, badly. Let me see.” She put out a detaining hand.,He tidied himself, bade his mother good-bye, and followed the girls to rehearsal.,“I come! I come at thy call, O Sun!,The best amusement of the hours of imprisonment was planning for the performance of “The Lady of the Lake.” Nothing definite, except that it was to be out of doors, had unfolded till now, when irksome leisure and May Nell’s quick mind together bore fruit.,“Bear up aft there!” Billy commanded; and “Ay, ay, sir,” came back in equally nautical language..