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“A girl under foot all the time,” Shifty complained. He had no sister.,“What’s the Golden Text, Norer?”,For a minute Billy stood, dazed, his heart thumping hard. Then he threw his cap in the air, sang out, “Bully for the Gang! This time it’s Billy To-day!” and raced down the hill to join them.,“Yes, he can do that; I’ve seen him myself.”,He watched the three drive away, the brother holding the reins in his left hand; the other he did not attempt to lift; and Billy’s heart thumped faster as fear grew to a certainty. He brushed himself weakly, turning his back as a surrey-load of people passed.,“I reckon Joner hadn’t any too much light,” opined Mrs. Wopp.,“Mosey!”,Innocuous as this remark might seem, it caused St. Elmo’s lip to quiver and two large tears started on their grimy course down his cheeks.,Here his laughter became a series of concussions decidedly menacing to his well-being.,“No; well,” came the answer.,“When I do my dishes, Mar, can I work in the garding, too?” inquired Betty.,“Oh, Billy, Billy! My beautiful opera is ruined!” Edith wailed, as she heard the jeers of the small boys in the audience..