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“No, no! Don’t, mother! I’ll run away! I’ll—” He groaned and left his sentence unfinished.,St. Elmo hung back, electing to stay with the hero who had rescued him from the dangers of the wood.,A lot more nonsense he rattled off, squeezing and kissing her till she was breathless with laughter.,“Oh, Betsey, give it to me!” he whispered in agony of soul. “Don’t let up’s long’s I live! Maybe I’ve killed her!”,Evelyn relieved of her fear of the tottering kettle, roused to her charge. “Go ’way, Billy! Thank you, Billy. You mustn’t stay here! They’ll scold me. They said for me not to let you come; an’—”,“Said so, but they’re late. We’ve got an addition, the little earthquake girl.” This last was a sibilant aside.,“To the park!” Billy shouted, his heart thumping with joy.,Yet it was a very quiet little child that crept down to the others a few minutes later; when asked of her fortune she burst into tears.,“Yes, yes, marmsey; but there’s night shops where a fellow can gobble education by the hunk, you know, and—” He paused. Even his own mother didn’t know the pang in his heart when he thought of Jean and Jimmy, and the others, going on together through the high school, perhaps the university.,“I’m so sorry our afternoon has been spoiled,” she apologized. “While we wait we might as well have a cup of tea. Maria, rinse the silver teapot with boiling water.”,Billy stooped to tie shoestrings already tidy; he was gaining time for thinking. “I reckon doing things you don’t like is work, and doing things you do like is play,” he explained, doubtfully.,Behind the Mifsuds followed a few other parishioners..