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“Billy! My—boy!” Mrs. Bennett bent over him; and he felt a tear where her cheek touched his.,“Jevver see sich a useless boy? Been learnin’ spellin’s orl day, I ’xpect.”,“I mix up words that way sometimes, too,” the child excused.,“By heck! Flash is all right.”,“I’ll not make a noise, and I’ll—I’ll try not to cry; but I’m afraid I’ll ha-have t-to,” she faltered, struggling to hide her eyes that grew moist in spite of herself.,“I like ‘Ladybird,’ but not ‘bully,’” the little girl returned shyly.,“Mudgie, Mudgie, come to Elmo.”,“Hello, Billy! You washin’ floors?” There was a sneer in Jimmy’s voice.,IT was a gray, cold day, unusual for May, the kind of day that accords with ill-nature. It reminded Billy of the incident of the opera when Rain and Storm, driven by his own insistence, had blown in on the stage quite out of season, and dragged off with them the remnants of winter. For the first Sunday since May Nell’s coming he took his wheel after dinner and went off alone. He was in accord with the sullen sky and air. In the morning he had answered his mother angrily; because Bouncer wished to play instead of coming through the gate when called, Billy had slammed it on his tail, knowing well that in a happier mood he would have been more careful.,“Right this way, ladies and gentlemen,” Bess called from the edge of the far terrace. “A dinner fit for the gods, ambrosia and nectar; gifts from Flora and Fornax! Come up to the garden of the gods and goddesses and feast together!”,“Why, Billy? I don’t believe in whipping unless all else fails.”,“Come on Betty, you haven’t had a dance this evening. It isn’t fair for the grownups to have all the fun,” invited Howard Eliot..