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Even the white chickens followed in a cackling bunch as they always did when Billy appeared at this hour, for it was almost feeding time. And the pigeons wheeled and whirred, lighting almost under foot only to be up and off again, a flash of white and gray.,“For three days an’ three nights there was no sleep fer his eyes nor slumber fer his eyelets.”,Mrs. Mifsud threw up her hands in dismay.,“All over the house does she put them?” the child asked after she had snipped a fragrant heap.,“But you said you would take me to him. I thought you knew where he is.”,“What else did they do ’sides dancing, Betty?” questioned St. Elmo.,All were silent for a little. Most of them had been more than once to San Francisco’s celebrated dealer in sweets.,CHAPTER IX.—THE VAUDEVILLE SHOW.,“Oh, please, Mrs. Lancaster,” Billy coaxed. “The circus won’t be any circus at all without Buzz. We’re to have him for a side show after the performance. We’ve advertised him,” Billy pleaded well.,“I’m going to work as soon ’s school’s out; it’s for you and May Nell, too, you know.”,“Oh, Billy To-morrow! You won’t have half time enough to play. You’re a regular Mexican,—always mañana!”,“Don’t, mother! Mother, don’t come in here! Don’t come in the same room with me,—I’m not fit for— O mother, I’ve hurt Jimmy for life!”.