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She took the child in her comforting arms. “Don’t cry, little one! We shall find her, never fear.”,“Come home to dinner with me, Mr. Zalhambra, you’ll p’raps find some folks there that will appreciate the dope you hand out.”,The little girl forgot herself in watching them, till Billy came in, smart and almost handsome in his best suit.,“Billy! You’re freezing!” She sprang up and turned on the light.,“Murder! Murder!” he shouted with all his strength; and his boy’s voice reached far up and down the lonely distances.,“Moses iny boy, yer bile must be riz; this very night you git a dose of physic.” Moses lower lip dropped lower and lower.,But Mrs. Bennett wasn’t blaming any one; she didn’t really know what the excitement was all about.,She opened the lunch pail and gave him a scrap from it; ate a sandwich herself; and in a moment started off to find the Idean vine. Nothing appeared that fitted her mind’s picture of that creeper; but she found a great sheet of delicate wild clematis, covering the tangled roots of a fallen oak with its pale green tendrils. The earth was soft, the roots easily lifted; and shortly she had masses of it uprooted and trailing after her to the Lodge.,“‘Place there the boy,’ the tyrant said,The chinking began in earnest. Moses stood, turning till each freckle on his ruddy face shone with honest sweat.,“Aint that wonderful Miss Gordon? An’ Betty never had a lesson in her life. She jist naterly takes to music,” said Mrs. Wopp complacently.,“Alone?”.