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May Nell looked at him a minute before speaking. “You like doing things, but you don’t like work. Isn’t work doing things?”,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.,“Come, come! We can’t be cremated while we wait. Mush!”,Jean hid a queer little smile that she could not repress.,“Where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?,“That boy’ll sartinly spill the tea,” prophecied Mrs. Wopp, with laughing pessimism.,There was room on the slip of paper for only this last item, so numerous had been the demands, during this busy day, on Mr. Wopp’s memory.,“Swing with Captain Jinks, swing with the horse that ate the beans, swing with the girl with the great big feet.”,“Well, Flash can’t do that.”,In his overcoat Mr. Zalhambra seemed to fill the doorway as Mrs. Newman greeted him. A moment’s private talk and the hostess understood the situation. From the drawing-room a ripple of childish laughter reached their ears.,“Larst Tuesday,” she continued, “two p’licemen went ridin’ along the trail jist as we were comin’ home from school, an’ they had the beautifulest horses. Moses can ride any horse, no matter how ornery.” Betty’s eyes shone with pride.,“And help?” May Nell asked, eagerly..