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“Golly! Wish’t I had time to stay an’ watch. But I won’t, Betsey; I’ll go right now.”,“I hate to have you stay without Jean,” Billy objected.,“Arsk a dorg with a tin pail tied to his ear to smile at yer,” returned Moses, sourly.,“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.,He sprang up, caught her hand, and raced with her down the rocky steep, calling wildly to the men in the wagon as he ran. Bouncer, no longer watched, vented his pent-up excitement in noisy yelps; and above the din Billy heard loud angry words in a foreign tongue that he knew were execrations, commands to return.,Thus adjured by his father the elocutionist began in a loud dramatic voice:,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.,“That’s Flash; he always works for his breakfast,” Billy pompously approved.,“O Billy,” his mother laughed, “you need not decide to-night. Besides, it was all Bess’s nonsense. I can’t quite imagine my heedless boy in a pulpit.”,“Oh, Lord, she’s orl I got,” he wailed. He hinted that there would be no more light in him, than in Job’s blind eye, should Betty be lost to him.,Mrs. Mifsud who had listened to this recital with polite interest, now excused herself on the plea of urgent duties in the kitchen.,“No ‘chase’ to-day, girls. I’ve got business in town.”.