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He was standing disconsolate, looking up the street for stragglers, when his mother came in again.,His mood grew more thoughtful. He put the dishes away quietly, and neither spoke again till the work was finished. Then he went and kissed her on the cheek. “It’s good to have you all to myself, little mother; to be just chums once more.”,“Wait, Billy! You are hurt, badly. Let me see.” She put out a detaining hand.,“Feel that muscle,” he said a moment later; bending his arm, and pressing her fingers to it. “That’s got to grow by a broom or hoe, something besides football!”,Jean hid a queer little smile that she could not repress.,The man gave him an affectionate slap. “Go, then. You’re a right game kid, sure.”,“When I see Moses was still wearin’ his best Sunday coat an’ pants an’ tearin’ along on that cayuse like John Gilping, I come all out in goose-flesh, Ebenezer, till you’d think the merkery had fell clean down to zero.”,“Wharfmaster, ahoy!” Billy hailed, as they came near the water’s edge. “Is all ship-shape?”,She pressed him closer and kissed him. And soon he slept.,“Who?”,“No; well,” came the answer.,“That’s Flash; he always works for his breakfast,” Billy pompously approved..