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“All ready?” cried Captain Billy. “Are you ready, Ladybird?”,Billy sprang up. The dark man of the sinister house was passing on his way to town; had answered a horseman’s salute. The boy could not see the house; but on the high hill above it he saw the other brother, regardless of the Sabbath, hoeing his vineyard.,“There’s nary a piece left, that greedy boy et it orl up.”,The ivy and the Idean vine.’,“The prize is equally divided between James Dorr and William Bennett,” the judges announced.,“Golly! There’s nothing skewgee about that fortune,” Billy commented, encouragingly.,“Arsk a dorg with a tin pail tied to his ear to smile at yer,” returned Moses, sourly.,“Glory be! It’s pulled apart at the other end!” ejaculated the perspiring assistant.,What delightfully busy and secret evenings Betty spent in the kitchen with Mrs. Wopp helping and expostulating! What dismal sighs from Moses who, like the Marchioness, cooled his eye at the keyhole! His sighs penetrated through the said keyhole and almost softened the obdurate Betty; but, alas, his eavesdropping ended only in whetting the edge of his curiosity! What yelps from Jethro when Moses trod on his foot in headlong flight from the door as his mother approached! What copious notes written by Ebenezer Wopp on the whispering and conspiracies in the kitchen! And then again what sweeping up and burning of cardboard, what hunting through old newspapers and magazines, and what clicking of scissors while a small pair of jaws worked simultaneously! What gorgeous hues from the paint-box as Betty mixed her colors and painted innumerable pictures cut from the magazines! Animals, birds, flowers! Gay as color could make them! A veritable garden and zoo turned loose in the kitchen!,“If she steams,” Harold put in sagely.,There they all were; those who had come first to the house, and many others: Jean, Bess Carter, Charley Strong, Max Krieber, Jackson Carter, the little colored boy, standing aloof, and others, large and small. All in a line they stood, and shouted up at him:,“Where are you going to take me?” she asked, trying to equal his long stride..