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“My boy, you have done a wonderful thing!” he said when Billy had finished. “You must come with me and tell your story again. If it comes out as I think, you’ll earn at least a thousand dollars.”,Not deigning to notice this irrelevant interruption the teacher proceeded.,“Yes, thank you. But most my heart is hungry. Will you help me to find my mama?”,The man faced her abruptly. “The devil he knows!”,Suddenly, all heads were raised and a sigh of satisfaction escaped Mrs. Wopp’s lips.,Clarence and Harry, much wrapped in white about the head, but with bare little white arms and bare little brown legs, came in solemnly and placed some red lanterns on the table. Bess posed in a chair decorated for the occasion, arranged her draperies, pulled nearer the “incense lamp,” which was her father’s Turkish cigar lighter, laid out her cards, and bent over them in grave silence.,Billy looked at her wonderingly for an instant. “You guess everything that troubles a fellow, don’t you? How do you do it?” He sighed deeply.,He was standing disconsolate, looking up the street for stragglers, when his mother came in again.,The captivating music of Grieg’s “Butterfly” floated through the room and Moses watched the white supple fingers of the player with breathless eagerness.,“Well, the lack of Buzz shall not damage your show; I’ll go,” Mrs. Lancaster yielded.,‘twine,,THINGS happened very fast the next few days. “Something doing every minute,” Billy put it. Billy had neither been ill nor injured,—only exhausted. The wound on his scalp had been worse in appearance than in fact; and a couple of long nights in sleep, and easy days at home mended him completely..