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“I have to help sister, you know.”,Billy made no reply. He wondered if he ought to stay at home.,Billy made no reply. He wondered if he ought to stay at home.,Mrs. Williams was a round-faced dimpled persuasive lady; and Mrs. Wropp, being non-coax-proof and flattered by the request, consented.,Mrs. Bennett came in and tried to learn the trouble; but it was some time before May Nell could be induced to tell.,Mrs. Wopp’s suggestion had an immediate and salutary effect on the boy.,In his anticipation of the Sunday afternoon treat in store for him, Moses dreamed all that night of little dark-skinned men running round after him with bowls of rice and jabbing him with chop-sticks.,The heat was awful; yet it was growing less, for the fire was nearly spent, but Billy was so exhausted he did not perceive it. He began to stumble, to see double. Everything seemed to be on fire,—trees, rocks, even the water gleaming from overhead flames. His blood felt hot in his veins; and long afterward he saw red in his sleep. At length his foot caught in a root, and he fell heavily.,“Rocky?” he interrupted. “You bet not. It’ll be just bully, that’s what!”,“Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.”,The travellers passed on; he righted his wheel and began his slow, painful way home. It was still cloudy and the welcome darkness setting in early, shrouded him as he slipped down the least public streets and alleys to his own side gate. He put his wheel away, fed his chickens,—though they had gone to roost,—went to the cellar and brought meat and milk for dog and cats, and reconnoitred the way to the Fo’castle.,“Sharpen these pencils, Moses, please, for the drawing lesson.”.