Evelyn relieved of her fear of the tottering kettle, roused to her charge. “Go ’way, Billy! Thank you, Billy. You mustn’t stay here! They’ll scold me. They said for me not to let you come; an’—”,
“Arsk a dorg with a tin pail tied to his ear to smile at yer,” returned Moses, sourly.,
“And I’m always going to be your little girl, too,” the child pleaded; “so Billy must be my papa’s little boy.”.
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