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“Aren’t you going to say ‘Good-morning’ to me, Billy?” She put out the slenderest little white hand, and looked into his face appealingly.,“Come, Betty Girl,” said Moses, “Mar wants you to go to bed.”,“Break it,—not now; when I tell you.”,“Where is my cap?” With his free hand he felt his bare head. Looking around the luckless boy saw his headgear in the middle of the font and turned to rescue it. The water became deeper, until he stood in it almost to his arm-pits.,“Next month when currants are ripe you shall see.”,“I like ‘Ladybird,’ but not ‘bully,’” the little girl returned shyly.,“Ten? You won’t think of playing with us, then. Ma thought you’d be just our age.”,They were at the dripping roadside tank and back in a trice. Gently where a moment before he had been ferocious with anger, Billy wiped his play-mate’s face, or rather, changed the mud from one spot to another, got him to his feet again, and finally into the buggy with the little girls by his side.,“Here Mosey,” said Betty, “is a tin crown. You can fasten it on with this wire. See?”,He decided to go first on the mountain and set his traps for rabbits; also to mark the bounds for the “chase,” so that they could gather on time at the island and go on with the second canto. If they didn’t “do” two cantos a day they wouldn’t finish; for Friday must be given to school. As it was some of them had to be at the school house each day at three to rehearse for the “last day” exercises.,The child obeyed, but her fingers trembled; and Bouncer whined and licked her hand.,“You and Edith are fairies,” he said when his mother came again to the room, “to rustle such pretty togs for the new sister in a night.” His mother was piling his plate again with griddle cakes..