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Billy beamed upon her. He adored her, as did every child in town.,“Ten? You won’t think of playing with us, then. Ma thought you’d be just our age.”,Loch Katrine lay beneath him rolled,’”,With a boy’s cunning and swiftness Billy made a running creep through the underbrush up the steep mountain side. From a peephole higher up he stopped, breathless, and watched them beat the chaparral round about where he had stood; saw them go down into the road, look each way, turn and scan the mountain; and at last slink off, one to the house, the other to the vineyard.,“She’s at Vine Hill—miles away; we’ll beat her if we hurry.” His words were a bit breathless.,“This isn’t so bad,” he continued, as he led her into a sunny upper chamber that looked on the mountain in the rear. “And it’ll be all over in a day or so; you’ll see your father,—on the square you will, little kid. Do you think you’ll scream? You’d better not.” He put his hand under her chin to lift her face, and she was glad he wore gloves.,“Gosh!” he exclaimed, as Isobel closed on the last startlingly unexpected note, “that’s where some feller planks his strawr hat on a beauty butterfly!”,“Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp.,“This here thing looks like a mule with his ribs druv in an’ stan’in’ on his haunches. What d’ye call it?”,Had he but dreamed on for an hour or so he would have returned, rested, refreshed, the cheery boy that helped to make the Bennett house a home. But a voice in the road above startled him. Only a word was spoken, a greeting; but it was surly and foreign, Italian.,“Well, Moses,” queried his genial host at the supper table, “did the skating go pretty good to-day?”,“What’s matter’s Gordon?” he enquired anxiously..