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Late that night when Billy’s mother followed him to the Fo’castle, he asked, “Are you pleased with it, little mother?”,“Say, fellows, business now, and no questions asked. There’s a hitch on the stage. Storm, wrap that cloak round you—don’t wait for fixings—and get to your place in the wings, quick! When I say ‘Go,’ take Rain’s hand, crouch low, run to the centre, and between you yank that snow tank off the stage. Sabe?”,Jean changed the situation by proposing a toast to Billy’s new sister.,But May Nell recovered almost before Mrs. Bennett had time to lift her. “I often do—do—faint,” she apologized, “it isn’t—isn’t ’t all dangerous.” She smiled at Mrs. Bennett, and the smile, the sweet, pale little face with her hair a shining golden halo around it, made of her an ethereal being almost unreal to the awestricken children. Yet she was soon merry again, apparently as well as ever.,“O Billy, think how many gophers Flash catches, and what gentlemen they are in the house,” Edith defended. She was chorister for one of the churches, and was now gathering her music.,“No, Mosey, I must hurry and get some flowers fer school to-day.”,Jimmy’s face lost its scorn. Someway the sting of his sarcasm never seemed to touch Billy, who could always strike back a surer if less venomous blow. Perhaps that was the very reason why Jimmy, though larger and older, sought Billy and heeded him as he did no other save his own stern father.,“Hooray, Billy! Thirteen to-morrow! But this is the day we celebrate!”,“What’s the trouble, dear? What were you afraid of?” she enquired, as she raised him to his feet.,“The prize is equally divided between James Dorr and William Bennett,” the judges announced.,As he reached for his cap a door opposite the one through which he had passed opened, and the grey head of the sexton appeared.,“Mary an’ Martha hev jist gone along to ring them shinin’ bells.”.