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A gleeful yell greeted his paraphrase. While they ate it all came out, how they had planned and executed. Harold had peas and strawberries hidden in his mysterious basket, freshly gathered by his own hands that morning. George and Jimmy had furnished and dressed the chickens, and the girls had roasted them—with a little supervision from Mrs. Bennett—in the Yukon camping stove that belonged to Harry’s mother. Bess had given the dishes, blue and white enamel, strong as well as good to the eye, and ready for many another frolic.,“You bet it’s work! ’Specially when she gets hold of a cub like me.”,“Surveyors? What’s your scheme?” Jimmy was quickly interested.,“Yes, thank you. But most my heart is hungry. Will you help me to find my mama?”,Why, it was going to be fine to work! Why had she not known it before?,It was too bad! There could be no show in the barn. But the band was still lusty, the trick ponies remained, the boys and girls were eager to talk it over, and—the procession had been a success!,Billy at work or at play was so absorbed that it was hard for him to measure time; and he had a queer notion that it was some other intelligence beside his own will that reminded him, often too late, of duties waiting. This he named Betsey; and among the children Betsey came to stand for Billy’s conscience.,“We must go right back,” Jimmy declared, turning to the door of the kitchen and thrusting a package within.,He feeds his horse on corn and beans.,“What’s the harm? She’s on Mr. Potter’s land, and the road’s near.”,Not deigning to notice this irrelevant interruption the teacher proceeded.,“Yes, I seen them an’ smelt them, too; they shore ’d delight the heart of an Eskermo, Betty.”.