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The quarantine had been raised, and at night Billy had “the run of the house”; though his days were still spent in “the prison cell” as he called the dark room. It seemed to him that light came in with the little girl, and all the sparkle and fragrance of the young summer without.,Betty had lent Moses fifteen cents of her Christmas money and was receiving two pink and white candy canes as her weekly dividend—“truly a lean annuitant.”,The loose-jointed one at last regained his feet and turning in the direction of the witnesses of his ignominy gave them a resentful glare. Moses was leaning against a fence and laughing till it seemed as though his eyes must remain indefinitely imbedded in their sockets.,After this vigorous onslaught upon the quondam admirer of Nell, Mrs. Wopp ordered Moses to help her prepare the spare room on the ground-floor for the young rancher.,A lot more nonsense he rattled off, squeezing and kissing her till she was breathless with laughter.,“I can’t. Nailed.”,All were silent for a little. Most of them had been more than once to San Francisco’s celebrated dealer in sweets.,“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled.,‘—a lodge of ample size,’,“Hold your grouch, Sour,” Harold expostulated.,“Take her in,” Billy gasped. “They stole her; they’re after—save her—hurry—” He could say no more, but suddenly collapsed and sank to the ground; and the last sight he remembered was the dark Italian at the house corner, talking fast, with one hand in a sling, the other waving a knife threateningly.,CHAPTER IV.—WASH-DAY AT MRS. WOPP’S..