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“Oh, Billy, how could you, when mother has so much to do?” It was his sister, Edith, who spoke, her sweet face clouded with rare disapproval. Yet she went on with the music lesson she was giving.,“Golly! Wish’t I had time to stay an’ watch. But I won’t, Betsey; I’ll go right now.”,‘Fix me the apple on his head’.”,Friday came; and May Nell delighted her father with her part in the exercises. Billy was very proud of her as she stood on the platform, lovely in her white frock and her fair, curling hair, reciting her “piece.”,The chinking began in earnest. Moses stood, turning till each freckle on his ruddy face shone with honest sweat.,He felt his mother start. “You’re too young for hard work, Billy; you do enough as it is.”,But another and unexpected crash followed, and a shower of burning oil shot up and caught May Nell’s flimsy paper frock.,“Here’s Mis’ Mifsud an’ St. Elmo comin’ in the buckboard,” he announced.,“Then you don’t love yer li’l sister ef you don’t want her to look like you.” Betty almost wept.,The boy gave her a squeeze that made her last words come in jerks. “That’s a mean trick to play on a fellow,—chuck such a responsibility on a twelve-year-old. Say I must or I mustn’t, mamma.” He caught her hand and gently tweaked her fingers.,“Bully for you, Ladybird. I’ve got a backer you see, sister.”,“Please did the lot hurt Joner when it fell?” queried a sober-minded seeker of truth..