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The clearer air revived Billy, and he was soon walking without help, coming shortly to the road where the wagons waited; coming in sight of Ellen’s Isle.,“But Jean’s two times as big as May Nell.”,“Alone, mamma said,” came the second voice.,As she thought how dear and kind Moses had been to her, bringing this wonderful plant and the shell purse, not forgetting the peppermint bulls’ eyes, she went to sleep with the conviction that she must be the happiest girl in the world.,“Her hand would be as pretty as any one’s if she didn’t have to work so hard,” Billy thought loyally; and promised himself again that the first money he earned should buy his mother a diamond ring.,“But if your steamer works you don’t want its secrets peddled round; and girls always blab.”,But Mrs. Bennett wasn’t blaming any one; she didn’t really know what the excitement was all about.,“Not many of us would, Mrs. Wopp,” remarked Mrs. Bliggins, a small fair woman with a round placid countenance. “What with cookin’, an’ washin’, an’ cleanin’, an’ buttermakin’, an’ hundreds of other things, there’s not much time for fancy work.”,“Why not arsk Geordie Hodgekiss. He’s sich a grand feller fer helpin’ at dances, an’ his voice ’ud most wake the dead. I feel shore he’d hev the good o’ the quilt at heart.”,“For three days an’ three nights there was no sleep fer his eyes nor slumber fer his eyelets.”,He winced with pain, reeled, and would have fallen but for the other’s sustaining hand.,“But you may have broken bones—be seriously injured.”.