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CHAPTER XIX.—BETTY’S ILLNESS.,“Some o’ the men was sorft-hearted an’ agin Hingin’ Joner overboard, so they rowed reel hard to git to land.”,“Never mind Mosey, yer heart don’t need fixin’ anyhow,” comforted Betty.,“Say, fellows, business now, and no questions asked. There’s a hitch on the stage. Storm, wrap that cloak round you—don’t wait for fixings—and get to your place in the wings, quick! When I say ‘Go,’ take Rain’s hand, crouch low, run to the centre, and between you yank that snow tank off the stage. Sabe?”,“No, I didn’t forget; the water was low, and I left it running on purpose. But it’s that west wind; she’s a hummer. She can pump faster ’n the old waste pipe can discharge.”,“Billy, my little, little boy!” She lifted the tousled head and pressed her cheek close against his.,“What things?”,“I must of looked like that Lize or the picter couldn’t of been took.” Ruefully he rubbed his bald crown.,“No, like a prima donna,” his sister retorted.,Although the temptation to reckless haste was great, Betty resisted it. It was not long, however, before a pile of shining blue willow-ware was restored to its accustomed place on the oil-cloth-covered pantry shelves, and Betty, seizing her sunbonnet, hurried out of doors.,As the stove door opened for the intrepid Moses, out flew Tillie the white bantam hen now as black as a crow with soot. She fluttered into the face of Moses who was kneeling before the stove.,“It’s been the best ever,” Jean said, happily..