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Billy felt his cheeks turn hot. "I might," he returned, "an' ag'in, I mightn't.",

"That, sir, I couldn't say," answered Captain Weaver. "But we might take it as his having heard it after eight o'clock.",

"Now that we've got ol' Harry's charm along with my rabbit-foot," Billy was saying, "we ought'a be able to snoop 'round in the ha'nted grove an' even hunt through the house any time we take the notion. Maybe we'll get a chance to do it to-day.",

"I'm waitin', Willium."

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She set the glass on the little table and let the strap slip to the floor. She put her hands on his shoulders and turned him about so that the light fell full on his face. She saw that it was really pale—yes, and wistful. Anse had told her about having seen Billy kiss the pup and cry over it. Now a lump came into her throat as she looked into the grey, unwavering eyes. With a sob, she threw her arms about his neck and drew him close to her. Billy patted her shoulder and let her cry. He could not guess her reason for it, but for that matter he could not understand why he was crying too, unless indeed it was his great and worshipful love still working overtime.,

"Will you give him this packet of sulphur, and tell him to put a little into his stockings? I hope it may do the rheumatism in the poor man's feet good.",

"All hunky. Now, I'll jest peel off these duds, an' get inter my own. Ma'll be gettin' uneasy.",

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