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“Good dog! I understand you, Bouncer, and I’m not lonesome any more.”,Before answering, the child glanced fearfully around to see if his uncanny foe had gone, and he was relieved to find that Job was hastening to meet his ever-constant friend Betty who had just entered the garden. Betty’s progress had been greatly retarded by the weight of the brimimng watering-can, which she had not stopped to set down though the contents had splashed freely over her dress and shoes.,When Edith planned to turn her pupils’ recital into a great Spring Festival, for the benefit of the sufferers, all the town applauded, and asked how it could help.,Betty, who had understanding, was not turned from the subject of her thoughts.,“Please did the lot hurt Joner when it fell?” queried a sober-minded seeker of truth.,“Stop and chin with me just a little, won’t you, marmsey?”,“Go and bring him now, so you can renovate his appearance before supper,” directed the mother.,The quarantine had been raised, and at night Billy had “the run of the house”; though his days were still spent in “the prison cell” as he called the dark room. It seemed to him that light came in with the little girl, and all the sparkle and fragrance of the young summer without.,“Dad an’ Mosey don’t look orful happy,” she laughed. “Smile at me, Mosey.”,Billy needed no hurrying. He dashed off along a well defined path, free from hindering branches. It hugged the brawling stream, crossed it more than once by way of stepping stones, and led on past the already shriveling azaleas. It must have been long used to be so clear.,“Ma! Mamma Bennett,” he burst out as he banged open the door; “she’s coming,—our little earthquake girl! The cutest kid,—not so big as the twins, but stylisher in the face.”,“Shore nuff, what relationship do you s’pose they are all to each other now?”.