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“I’ll help a lot. You shan’t have a bit more trouble, sister; nor mamma, either.” He began to distribute the plates with noisy clatter.,“Who wants to drive my trained bear an’ monkey? Only a dime stranger, only a dime!”,“All right. I’m off!”,“Break it,—not now; when I tell you.”,“Yes. You see, she rents some of the rooms, and she says they must look extra nice on Sunday so the men won’t mosey off to the saloons.”,“Billy! You’re freezing!” She sprang up and turned on the light.,“It’s that Jake. He’s sich an ornery animule,” explained the boy, thus shamelessly vilifying a patient and much enduring character.,“Never mind, son; we expected to take some one.”,“Shan’t we defer the ceremonies till we can get Charley’s little sister and Jackson’s two weeks’ old brother?” Jimmy asked, disagreeably.,“Now ef you would jist play ‘Home Sweet Home’ with variations, my dear, we’ll arterwards hev a game of crokinole. Crokinole is sich an amusin’ game.”,“Billy, my little, little boy!” She lifted the tousled head and pressed her cheek close against his.,“Are—are you hurt bad, Jimmy?” came in a quaking voice..