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“Papa went away to South America when I was eight. He told me I must be very wise and help mama to do what was right,—sometimes she does take my advice, you know. I’ve tried to be brave so God would bring her back to me; but my braveness isn’t very strong yet, or I wouldn’t cry so, would I?” she questioned, with a teary little smile.,“Had a fall, Billy?” Every one knew the boy.,He arrived home Monday evening, and was received as though a visit of several months’ duration had torn him from the bosom of the family.,“We’re seven,” came the echo.,A pretty little figger,,The chinking began in earnest. Moses stood, turning till each freckle on his ruddy face shone with honest sweat.,“I reckon Joner hadn’t any too much light,” opined Mrs. Wopp.,“Billy! You said you weren’t hurt, but you are!” Alarmed, she rose and switched on the light, pulled off the bandage, and turned faint at the wreck of the bright, clean boy who had left her that afternoon. “My boy! You’re dreadfully hurt! I must send for Doctor Carter, and—”,An enlarged crayon portrait in a wide gilt frame of Moses as a baby in a state of round cherubic innocent nudity, had been added recently to the mural decorations and was especially well covered with cloths.,“And Bouncer’s here,” May Nell added, hugging the dog affectionately.,“Poor little Billy! You’ve had a hard night of it.”,“I love, thou lovest, he loves,” said Clarence, scornfully, in answer to this preposterous question..