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“What’s the matter with Billy To-morrow? He’s thirteen! Three and ten! Most a man! He’s all right!”,“Can’t stop. It’s private anyway.” He waved his hand, ran across the foot-bridge and down the road, dodged into the brush for his wheel; and in a moment they heard his shout as he sped by toward town.,“Oh, Mr. Sheriff, you won’t send me off now, will you, when the business is just beginning?”,Here Mrs. Wopp related for the hundredth time the account of the ketchup disaster.,“Next month when currants are ripe you shall see.”,Supper over and dishes hurried out of sight, the floor was once more cleared and the real business of the evening was resumed.,“Don’t tell—must Edith and May Nell know?” he called after her. “Oh, all the town will—mother!” The anguish in his words halted her. “Mother, this wasn’t a boys’ scrap at all. I didn’t think of you or—or anything; an’ something must have squelched Betsey, she never peeped. Mother, I felt—I felt mad enough to kill him!” He whispered the awesome words.,“Put a li’l shoe-black on then an’ that’ll make me dark again,” advised Betty serenely.,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.,A three-legged rooster appeared. And Sir Thomas Katzenstein, according to schedule, roamed his box in great agitation, though in fine form, impressively carrying out the label on his cage, “Baby Royal Bengal Tiger.”,“Well?” she questioned.,“You romp!” came the disgusted voice once more. “You’d better cut your hair, and your skirts, and be a child again.”.