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“We’ll have to go and tell Ma,” said Maria.,School having been closed a week for repairs Miss Gordon had brought Betty to the shining city of her childish dreams.,Hot water, lotions, a mother’s tender hands, best of all, a mother’s comprehending heart,—it is wonderful what cures these can make. In an hour Billy was comparatively at ease. His sore body still ached, and his eyes “felt like red fire on the Fourth,” he said; but the world seemed less dark, and he was glad his mother had not taken him at his word and left him to bear his trouble alone.,“Worse! She said soon I’d have to be very brave—that ain’t bad—but I’m goin’ to be—to be a minister—a preacher!” The last word came with a woe-begone vehemence that made his mother laugh.,The whistle shrilled up the narrow valley, echoing back and forth from the steep green hills that bounded it.,Supper over and dishes hurried out of sight, the floor was once more cleared and the real business of the evening was resumed.,THINGS happened very fast the next few days. “Something doing every minute,” Billy put it. Billy had neither been ill nor injured,—only exhausted. The wound on his scalp had been worse in appearance than in fact; and a couple of long nights in sleep, and easy days at home mended him completely.,“Them carrots do smell sweet.”,“He smiles sich a toothy grin,” commented Moses.,“No, like a prima donna,” his sister retorted.,Yet the impression of the night had been deep enough to wake him before the sun rose. He dressed quickly, astonished the chickens with an early breakfast; put fresh sand in the coop; climbed the windmill tower to oil the bearings of the big wheel; and put the lawn mower in order, but remembered in time that to use it would wake the sleepers.,“Yes; he’d lick him too, if Flash wasn’t Tom’s body-guard.”.