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“What’s the matter with Billy To-morrow? He’s thirteen! Three and ten! Most a man! He’s all right!”,Billy thought he detected a touch of resigned disappointment in her words, and looked up with a sudden wonder widening his eyes, making them shine even in the dim light of the shaded lamp. “Do you want me to preach, mamma?”,Oh, where have you been, charming Billy?”,“No, Mosey, I must hurry and get some flowers fer school to-day.”,“I can walk,” she said, struggling to be put down.,“No; I’ll do it first thing to-morrow.” He tried vainly to change the subject. “I—”,“Gosh!” he exclaimed, as Isobel closed on the last startlingly unexpected note, “that’s where some feller planks his strawr hat on a beauty butterfly!”,Presently, Moses made for the yard and on his way, offered tribute to Betty by standing on his head on the mat at the door.,“We’ll have to go and tell Ma,” said Maria.,The audience made an impetuous dash to the scene of the fatality and as he stooped over the dripping yellow-frocked figure a jolt of even greater proportions upset the bucket entirely; a deluge of the unsavory mixture almost knocked off his knightly helmet and trickled from its rusty edges till he looked like a very rotund and rakish Don Quixote.,“Mudgie, Mudgie,” he shrieked.,“Flash and Tom wouldn’t touch meat left on the table alone with them for a day,” Edith said as she replenished the plate, shook and folded away the paper, and called her cats..