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He swung his book-strap in greeting to his mother while rolling more slowly up the rose-bordered path to the veranda. He thought his mother’s face looked tired; but the smile there welcomed him warmly, and he forgot the tired look with her first words.,“Well I’m not going to stay an’ play kid games,” Jimmy retorted loftily, and turned away.,“Hooray, Billy! Thirteen to-morrow! But this is the day we celebrate!”,“Can’t stop. It’s private anyway.” He waved his hand, ran across the foot-bridge and down the road, dodged into the brush for his wheel; and in a moment they heard his shout as he sped by toward town.,Early on the following afternoon the two boys found their way into front seats in the Sunday-school hall. The address was fairly well under way when the excitement of absorbing so much information in so short a space of time told on Moses’ constitution. His nose began to bleed. With a handkerchief like a small-sized counterpane applied to the offending nasal organ the boy tiptoed squeakily out of the room.,“WILLIAM TELL.,CHAPTER XV AGAINST THE FIRE,“Here, slow-pokes, drop yer carrots in this here bin.” He indicated an empty oat-bin.,Now he flew off down the county road at a speed that made passers turn; but he saw no one. He neither slackened nor looked back till he found himself at the river where the little island rose, flower-crowned. The poppies were fewer; and where a month before the flame-flower had triumphed, to-day wild roses perfumed the air.,“Glory must git better, nothin’s no fun no more,” blurted Moses.,“You romp!” came the disgusted voice once more. “You’d better cut your hair, and your skirts, and be a child again.”,There they all were; those who had come first to the house, and many others: Jean, Bess Carter, Charley Strong, Max Krieber, Jackson Carter, the little colored boy, standing aloof, and others, large and small. All in a line they stood, and shouted up at him:.