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“Sunday School comes first.”,THE place Billy called the Fo’castle was a tiny room in the sloping windmill tower. It was level with the second floor of the house, and a narrow, railed bridge connected it with a door in his mother’s room. Under it was the above-ground cellar, overhead the big tank. Still higher whirled the great white wings that pumped the beauty-giving water to lawn and gardens.,“I hope my breakfast won’t be quite so—”,Clarence, however, when questioned, declared, “I haven’t seen the little shaver since dinner.”,“Mrs. Bennett, you must unpack it alone, mamma said.”,“Are you hurt?” Billy spelled with the hand alphabet every boy and girl knows.,The struggle was short. When Jimmy resisted no longer, but, after a fall against the fence with his arm doubled under and back, did not try to rise, Billy came to his senses. He cleared the dust from his eyes a little and turned to see why Jimmy didn’t speak. He lay with closed eyes, motionless!,The strains of “Red Wing” having died away, Mrs. Wopp busied herself setting up the crokinole board. “Me and Par won’t play, jist the young folks,” she announced.,Arrived at home almost bursting with information, the child recounted to his astonished mother a long complicated story of how “theh was a lot of bad men and they weh et by a big fish, the big fish met a man on the woad called Jonah and asked him what he was doing on the woad and Jonah pwayed weel hahd and wode on the fish and a big wind blowed him off, just like Lila William’s hen-house.”,He feeds his horse on corn and beans.,CHAPTER V.—A DANCE IN THE CEDAR HILLS.,“You have, you have, dear baby! I’ll be your mother, and you can call me ‘mamma’ as Billy does.”.