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In the midst of these reflections, the trombone player of the orchestra came to him.,Still, since Billy had broken his resolution of silence, he was feverishly eager to talk. His thoughts were erratic, now in the present, again flying back to the past. “O mother, you should be lickin’ me ’nstead of petting me!” he broke out passionately.,“I’ve not been to seek a wife,,“Any one else?”,‘twine,,Now the band came up, a troop of boys in gorgeous uniforms made of red calico and tinsel paper. A drum and fife kept tolerable time; but the wheezy harmonicas and paper-covered combs, the tin horns and clanging triangles, quite “covered” any tune the fife attempted. Yet what matter? It was a joyful noise; and even the horses kept step to the valiant drum.,“It’s plain lazy. He won’t even wash himself.”,“Well I’m not going to stay an’ play kid games,” Jimmy retorted loftily, and turned away.,“If she steams,” Harold put in sagely.,“You romp!” came the disgusted voice once more. “You’d better cut your hair, and your skirts, and be a child again.”,“You never give my cats a chance,” Billy complained.,“But Roderick Dhu died from fighting Fitz-James; I hate to give Jimmy a dying part.”.