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It was not the hour for ghosts, they must be real people. Billy encouraged himself with that thought and wished he could wait for further disclosures. Did the sun ever before go down so fast? He hastened to find his wheel and can, and set out at his best pace.,“A new kind of hen,” retorted Moses.,“Please did the lot hurt Joner when it fell?” queried a sober-minded seeker of truth.,“Poor little Billy! You’ve had a hard night of it.”,The Sheriff was a small man with fair, curly hair like a girl’s; but there was that in his eye that reinforced his pistol, made the big fellow quail, the other mutter a low warning. The two lifted the chest by its strong handles and stepped out.,“Yes, I can, right now!” The little girl, full of enthusiasm for her beloved yellow cat, went over and laid her hand impressively on Billy’s arm. “You know the dining-room window screen hung from the top, that has the broken catch on one side?”,Billy made no reply. He wondered if he ought to stay at home.,She clapped her hands. “Oh, I’m glad you like fairies, too. Do you know about Bagdad and Semiramide and Good King Arthur and Ivanhoe, and all the other beautiful things in the world?” she asked, breathlessly.,“So long as it isn’t you, Ladybird, it’s all right,” Billy consoled; “we can make more boats.”,“Bring him here.” The man stepped out and laid his hand on a sapling that grew beside the Lodge. May Nell followed with the dog.,Mrs. Bennett came in and tried to learn the trouble; but it was some time before May Nell could be induced to tell.,CHAPTER XIV.—BETTY AMONG THE FLOWERS.