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“A new kind of hen,” retorted Moses.,BILLY did not lift his face from the pillow; he was striving to steady throat and voice.,“’Cause I love you, ’n’ I hope the edges’ll be all pink like my mornin’-glories.”,Without further urging the child began to pick out with one finger a complicated melody which Mrs. Wopp assured the audience was “Dare to be a Daniel.”,“I c’d eat a rhindoceros,” he confided to Clarence.,“My mama doesn’t believe in public school,” she had announced that first Monday morning; but had gone obediently when Mrs. Bennett decided it best. And the new life, the stimulation of study, the competition in class, her knowledge of books, and the prestige of her story,—these made school a delight, brought a happy light to her eye, a tinge of color to her too fair cheek.,It must have been hours past midnight when Billy’s chattering voice startled his mother. She had heard no bell; the boy himself stood by her bedside; she could see him dimly against the window.,A whoop startled her and she turned to see a handsome boy racing up on a brown pony, also carrying a basket.,Wait till the clouds roll by,,“Ef you could only see how you look, Betty. You must hev some eyebrows somehow.”,“Here’s Mis’ Mifsud an’ St. Elmo comin’ in the buckboard,” he announced.,“And I’m always going to be your little girl, too,” the child pleaded; “so Billy must be my papa’s little boy.”.