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“Billy Boy, it’s fine! It’s splendid! But it’s so big I’m afraid Buzz will be scared.”,Edith had quickly put her plan in execution, aided by the willing newspapers; but so far nothing had come of it, and mother and daughter feared their charge had lost more than aunt and cousin. South America, a very definite spot in the child’s mind, was still too vague a postoffice address for even Uncle Sam’s marvellous mail-carrying; and so, while encouraging May Nell, the two women tacitly adopted her into their hearts and discussed her future as if she were their own.,Suddenly, all heads were raised and a sigh of satisfaction escaped Mrs. Wopp’s lips.,Mrs. Bennett came in and tried to learn the trouble; but it was some time before May Nell could be induced to tell.,Moses was whistling a dismal discordant air in the backyard when the voice of his mother smote his ears.,Nell Gordon, ready for school, came into the kitchen and catching sight of Betty was seized with such uncontrollable mirth that she fled upstairs again.,“Dear Billy,” it read; “Shifty seen the fight. He says it was something fierce. He says you looked like a mad bull. He was hiding behind the fence. He says he bet on me; but he was glad he didn’t bet with nobody, because you whipped. Shifty’s doing some of my written work—I’m telling him how, of course. And I’m studying right smart. Say, Bill, I don’t lay no grudge. My arm’s getting on fine.,All went well for some blocks. There was a flattering audience at each front door; a few honored the pageant by following. These were mostly mothers of the younger children, who knew the possibilities of such an aggregation of animals and boys.,Though these and similar remarks seemed rather personal no resentment was felt by anybody.,“Tell us how you found him, Moses,” requested Nell Gordon, who was always interested in tales of knighthood.,Discarded shoe-laces, rope and trunk-straps came hastily into requisition. The vociferations of Moses were so severe on his vocal chords that he found it necessary to visit the pump.,“Not yet, but they must all go to-night.”.