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Next he went to the little crippled boy who had such big, mournful eyes. The church bells began to ring, ushering in the holy tide. Christmas Eve! Oh, he must hurry, hurry home! Bob continued to waste a few precious seconds in a vain endeavor to move his friend Billy, but kept his eye on the returning bucket. It came almost to Billy’s shed and then, in response to a sharp jerk on a lever, it dropped into the mixing shed of the concrete plant. In Johnny Blossom’s opinion, after his experience on the coal steamer, Englishmen were the most delightful people on the face of the globe..