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CHAPTER I.—MRS. WOPP’S HOSPITALITY.,Vigorously cleaning up the still bewildered victim, Mrs. Wopp hurled fresh orders.,Thus adjured, Howard began, while Mrs. Wopp leaned back in her chair rocking vigorously.,His mood grew more thoughtful. He put the dishes away quietly, and neither spoke again till the work was finished. Then he went and kissed her on the cheek. “It’s good to have you all to myself, little mother; to be just chums once more.”,“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?”,All went well with the preparation; and on a glorious spring night in the full moon, the town and countryside jammed the Opera House “to its eyebrows,” Billy said, looking through the peephole in the curtain to the high window seats crowded with boys.,Miss Gordon complied, then followed the old favorite with a two-step played in as sprightly a manner as the organ would allow.,They came upon him a second later, insensible, his head bleeding from a scalp wound. Hurriedly the Sheriff lifted him close to the brook, dashed water over his face, washed out the cut a little, and bound it with his handkerchief, not untenderly if in haste; for Billy had won something more than his approval.,Whose feet never tire,,To his mother and sister Billy seemed changed. He stuck closer to his books. His teacher told them the boy stood at the head of his class. “Jimmy Dorr may be a rival if he feels like work, which isn’t probable. Jean’s accident last year put her behind, otherwise the boys would have to work much harder if either excelled her.” Yet even these welcome words did not account for some things the mother quietly observed; Billy’s growing promptness, better attention, and memory for matters outside of play. He was more silent, too; and there was less hammering and whistling in the shop.,A kindly man held her by the hand, yet he was evidently a stranger to her.,“No; I can’t recall what I said.”.