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Before he emerged from the leafy path Billy heard well-known whining, and wondered why the dog didn’t come to meet him. The next instant he saw him straining against his bonds.,The ladies, having descended the ladder, Betty began hurriedly to show the remaining pictures. Visions of a sumptuous repast had flitted before the minds of her listeners and a spirit of restlessness pervaded the loft.,And the shouts that greeted this fiat shook the old barn and made the hens in the hay cackle with fright.,Mrs. Wopp repeated the words, slowly rolling them on her tongue as though to extract every ounce possible of scriptural nutriment, “So they took up Joner and carst him forth inter the sea.”,“Not a bit!” His words were strangely impatient. “I’ve got to find her!” He started past them.,Presently Jimmy and George slipped away and quickly returned bearing a huge freezer, Mrs. Bennett following. Now Billy knew what she had done with the cream.,“O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek.,“Surely Billy has earned it, Mrs. Bennett,” Mr. Smith urged.,May Nell watched the flying figure turn out of sight around the mountain; and for a minute the forest grew absolutely still, and the child began to tremble. But a meadow lark, almost from under her feet it seemed, sent forth a rippling song; across the river her mate replied. A flock of white ducks came waddling and quacking from the opposite field, plunged into the water, and swam about noisily, tipping their little tails up and their big bills down as they reached for submerged morsels. Bouncer made a swift circuit of the Lodge, sniffing now and then questioningly; but came soon and sat down in front of May Nell; put his paw on her knee and gave her another short bark.,“Ef you could only see how you look, Betty. You must hev some eyebrows somehow.”,CHAPTER XVII.—A SAMPLE OF EBENEZER WOPP’S IRE.,“Had a fall, Billy?” Every one knew the boy..