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“I like ‘Ladybird,’ but not ‘bully,’” the little girl returned shyly.,“That’s you, papa,” Clarence piped, as an anxious post warning.,“Let us keep the wheat an’ roses,And if the girls don’t love me now,CHAPTER XVII BILLY TO-DAY,“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.,All were silent for a little. Most of them had been more than once to San Francisco’s celebrated dealer in sweets.,CHAPTER XI GOOD-NIGHT IN THE FO’CASTLE,“‘Mosey’? Does that mean ‘little Moses’?”,Her questions brought long and wonderful tales of Billy’s younger life; of Edith when she, too, was a little girl. The child helped to set the table, carried in bread, salad plates, and jelly. “It shakes like the fat woman at the circus when she laughed. How do you make jelly?”,“My poor lamb, my little darling,” she said, speaking with difficulty, “There are so many lynxes in the woods, and he’s so afraid of them. If he meets one he’ll die of fright.”,“I didn’t—I haven’t washed. I’m—” All at once as Billy walked through the tiled entrance, and felt himself in the midst of splendors he had viewed only from without, he was overcome with the suspicion that he looked rather queer beside the immaculate Doctor. He knew his hair “stood up all ways for Sunday”; and his face must be dirty. “But they won’t know how dirty,” he reflected; “this is[211] the time them plaguey freckles’ll get in an’ hide the dust.” Freckles were Billy’s sorest point..