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Having disposed of the song, dear to her mother’s heart, in spite of the protestations of Moses, Betty went to the kitchen and in a few moments returned with a steaming pot of tea.,“I can walk,” she said, struggling to be put down.,“You had very soon to fight for the Douglases, didn’t you, Roderick Dhu?” she said, as Mrs. Bennett covered her with an apron, and Billy took her up and went toward the house.,“Golly! Wish’t I had time to stay an’ watch. But I won’t, Betsey; I’ll go right now.”,Billy cuddled down in the low-growing manzanitas, whose screen was further thickened by a tangle of wild pea vines all a-bloom. Placing himself so that he could watch both the house and the man on the hill, he settled to await further disclosures.,“Mannel promptly hung his head and made no reply, being much too shy to attempt an answer in English, whatever his thoughts in Russian might have been.,“Dad an’ Mosey don’t look orful happy,” she laughed. “Smile at me, Mosey.”,“I mix up words that way sometimes, too,” the child excused.,“Well, Miss Smith, are you alone here?”,“By this time Joner was snorin’ in the bottom of the boat, an’ the man that was bossin’ the ship comes up to Joner an’ woke him an’ arsked him to pray.”,“Do you know that piece of music called ‘The Rose of Larst Summer’?” inquired the musical connoisseur.,“Well, the Prince will see that the glass slipper’s tied fast. He’s got no ‘Ho, minions!’ to hunt for you if you turn Cinderella again.” He stooped and fastened her tie..