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“O Billy,” his mother laughed, “you need not decide to-night. Besides, it was all Bess’s nonsense. I can’t quite imagine my heedless boy in a pulpit.”,“I did hunt the aigs,” lied the unhappy Moses who was afraid he was going to miss something.,“By heck!” he thundered.,“Mamma, Pretty’s finishing the lawn for me; can’t I rub the floors right now? The Gang’s coming and we want to do a lot to-day.”,“Surely; but—”,“To the park!” Billy shouted, his heart thumping with joy.,“This here thing looks like a mule with his ribs druv in an’ stan’in’ on his haunches. What d’ye call it?”,They all went off, a merry, noisy troop. And the disappearing sun was the last to say to Billy “Good-night.”,The travellers passed on; he righted his wheel and began his slow, painful way home. It was still cloudy and the welcome darkness setting in early, shrouded him as he slipped down the least public streets and alleys to his own side gate. He put his wheel away, fed his chickens,—though they had gone to roost,—went to the cellar and brought meat and milk for dog and cats, and reconnoitred the way to the Fo’castle.,“‘One burnished sheet of living gold,,The two steeds attached to the car of the Goddess of Liberty, also deserted their task, and marked their path with bright bits of paper and bunting.,“You can send some one after us, a man—not you, not either of you,” he called back over his shoulder, and was soon out of sight..