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“Yes; and we’ll have to train the dogs,— Whoopee! Only four weeks of school. We’ll have to hurry if we do the circus and “Lady of the Lake” both before vacation.”,They were a happy lot. Each held some high-sounding position, the name coined in Billy’s busy brain. His box of abused tools came forth; the much mended wheelbarrow, picks, shovels wobbly from use as well as abuse, improvised things that only an imagination as large as Billy’s could have named tools,—something for each one there.,Betty and Maria, whose reviving interest in the quilt had drawn them from their play to the somewhat crowded parlor, now reported several vehicles to be in sight. They hastened with this information to Mrs. Mifsud in the kitchen, that important domain whence a savory odor had been issuing for some time.,“I’m the Royal Egyptian Fortune Teller!” Bess announced, in a deep voice. “This is my desert tent. I shall reveal the past, present, and future to those only whom my favor shall designate. Slaves, the lamps!”,“Rocky?” he interrupted. “You bet not. It’ll be just bully, that’s what!”,She glanced down the road, and swiftly around. Not a soul in sight. Obedience was inevitable.,Betty watching her, thought she had never seen “Mar” look so handsome and she thoroughly appreciated the cause.,“Billy! My—boy!” Mrs. Bennett bent over him; and he felt a tear where her cheek touched his.,This suggestion called for a general discussion. One or two very conservative ladies were not sure that a young man who so frequently played a prominent part at dances should also figure in church affairs. It might bring a curse on them. However, as there was no immediate need for decision, the subject was abandoned.,“All over the house does she put them?” the child asked after she had snipped a fragrant heap.,He obeyed, talking whimsically to his pets as he went.,“Jiminy whiz! Your royal splendor dazzles me!” Billy chaffed..