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“Well, he ain’t dead; he’s alive and bully, with a wad that bulges. I’m going to take you to him.”,As that energetic lady bustled about the kitchen the same evening setting the bread, her voice rose in a series of trills and other embellishments as she sang “Where is my wanderin’ boy to-night?”,“Me neither,” George endorsed.,Mrs. Bennett bade him good-night, and left him to the stars and the quiet night. Her heart was still sore for the little boy of the past, yet a strange joy came to her; the thoughtful, observant, earnest man had heralded his coming. She should be very proud of him.,“You can send some one after us, a man—not you, not either of you,” he called back over his shoulder, and was soon out of sight.,“I must be very careful, then, not to change it,” responded Nell, as she took the seat assigned to her.,“I’m going to work as soon ’s school’s out; it’s for you and May Nell, too, you know.”,The captivating music of Grieg’s “Butterfly” floated through the room and Moses watched the white supple fingers of the player with breathless eagerness.,“They shan’t ever again call me Billy To-morrow. It’s Billy To-day, Bouncer. It shall always be Billy To-day!”,“Well I’m not going to stay an’ play kid games,” Jimmy retorted loftily, and turned away.,Billy laughed. “Mixed again, mamma. This is Vilette,” he drew one bashful little girl nearer the stranger, “and this is Evelyn, Echo, we call her.”,Watchful Mrs. Bennett was not far away. She stopped the boy’s noise, and cuddled the bereft one once more. “What is it, child? You are to be brave, you know.”.