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CHAPTER XIII The Birthday Party,"About Dido, sir?",Billy needed no hurrying. He dashed off along a well defined path, free from hindering branches. It hugged the brawling stream, crossed it more than once by way of stepping stones, and led on past the already shriveling azaleas. It must have been long used to be so clear.,"Yis. It ole Dido," she said. "But ole Dido not lost. Dat great massa, he look after ole Dido.","Oh! haven't you heard?" cries she. "Sure the country is ringing with it. Don't you know that they tried to shoot Mr. Moore last night?",Bob realized these things keenly and they were painful to him, yet he could not bring himself to give up his plan to be an engineer.,Altogether it is a very exciting and pleasurable moment.,"Partly, Miss Dallas, and partly to see you; also this gentleman.",Presently Billy Wilson emerged from the cottage, received his basket from Caleb, and trotted off toward the Keeler place.,And now as Billy carried him towards the root-house he recited the various adventures which had been his since they had parted, recited them, it is true, in hoarse unintelligible crow-language, but which Billy was careful to indicate he understood right well.,Let us forget,,Mrs. Wopp’s eyes fell on the stained shawl..