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The boy was very still for a little, but burst out presently: “I’m going to work, mother; as soon as school closes I’ll start.”,“Are you as old as us? We’re seven,” Vilette said a bit loftily, as she discovered herself taller than May Nell.,“And what’s the ‘chinning’ to be about?” she questioned, sitting on the bedside; “the fortune?”,“Billy, you’re a wise guy. This beats Maskey’s,” Harold declared.,“Oh Mosey,” cried Betty at the breakfast table, being first on the scene to arrange her flowers, “we’ll hev a spellin’ match to-day I bet.”,BILLY did not lift his face from the pillow; he was striving to steady throat and voice.,Mrs. Bennett knew better than Billy how much thumping a boy could live through; and reassured him while she took off his soiled garments, and started below for hot water and remedies.,“Wartch yer team Moses,” commanded Mrs. Wopp from the back seat of the democrat.,The expression on the childish countenance became even more complex and a close observer could have seen that all was not going to be well with Moses Wopp for the next few days, and that “he’d be sorry.”,“Won’t you dive Elmo some wed ones, too?” he pleaded.,In his anticipation of the Sunday afternoon treat in store for him, Moses dreamed all that night of little dark-skinned men running round after him with bowls of rice and jabbing him with chop-sticks.,“Oh, Betsey, give it to me!” he whispered in agony of soul. “Don’t let up’s long’s I live! Maybe I’ve killed her!”.