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“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?”,“You know she never does nothin’ to us really, Moses, no matter how she jaws. Come on, you clipped yer pony so lovely an’ evenlike. The horse-clippers is bangin’ on the wall behind you.”,Now he crept through the brush by the roadside till he came close under the west wall. The setting sun blazed red fire at him from the windows, reminding him sharply of the hour.,Up, up Billy climbed. On the bare spaces, or balanced on the point of some slender rock, he stopped frequently to look down on the beautiful valley below; on little farms laid out checker-board fashion, dark green squares for orchards, lighter green for vineyards, with tree-lined lanes running between. Overhead fleecy clouds chased one another like freshly washed, woolly sheep across the blue pasture of the heavens. In the north the great blue mountain loomed, all its opalescent tints and shadows hidden till the setting of the sun should light them forth.,“Open window.”,“Hello, Billy! You washin’ floors?” There was a sneer in Jimmy’s voice.,“Are—are you hurt bad, Jimmy?” came in a quaking voice.,THE silence was broken a little later by merry voices on the stairway. For several nights the girls had been gathering in May Nell’s room. Billy knew “things were doing” there by the sounds; the tap, tap of the tack hammer, added to much chatter and rustling. Now May Nell caught him by the hand and pulled him across the hall. A strange pungent fragrance like burning spice, yet not familiar, met them at the door. And inside, the dark hangings full of lurking shadows gave the room a foreign air.,Picking up a second paper at random, “This is a composition on Alfred the Great,” he explained.,Clarence, however, when questioned, declared, “I haven’t seen the little shaver since dinner.”,If I only had an Idean vine; what is it, Billy?”,“Then I’ll be a—a preacher if I ought to. But gee! it’s rocky!”.