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“Hurry up, Buzz!” Billy called as he raced by from the shop, where he had been for the oil can to fill the boat’s reservoir. “Billy! My—boy!” Mrs. Bennett bent over him; and he felt a tear where her cheek touched his. “Clarence will tell the men where to instal their teams,” the hostess reflected. The boy, who had fought shy of this mere woman’s party, had spent the afternoon in the barn..
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“You can send some one after us, a man—not you, not either of you,” he called back over his shoulder, and was soon out of sight. This threatened catastrophe had considerable weight with St. Elmo who, in spite of Betty’s discouraging words, still had a lurking hope that he too might be privileged to see the “faywies” some day. Although he was badly handicapped in being a boy, yet in some miraculous manner there might be an exception made in his favor. Pat Bliggin’s mind was undoubtedly wandering, so a drastic question was in order. “But, Mose, you shorely didn’t fergit a sorft answer turneth away wrarth?”.
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