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“You’re a brilliant youth Moses,” smiled Howard approvingly, “and sure to get on in life. You don’t appreciate your own cleverness half as much as I do.”,“Naw Nosey,” he retorted, “there ain’t no bun to break in two, the dorg is outside the bun already.”,[32]“There are other things besides gems, little girl.” Mrs. Bennett smiled and began to clear the table.,“First you must eat, and rest, so that you can tell us about your mother; then we’ll see what can be done.” Mrs. Bennett took the child into the pleasant living-room where Billy had put a fourth place at the table next his own.,“Hurry up, Buzz!” Billy called as he raced by from the shop, where he had been for the oil can to fill the boat’s reservoir.,“But you haven’t told us what hurries you so,” Jean called, while Billy was already sprinting away.,“Oh, Lord, she’s orl I got,” he wailed. He hinted that there would be no more light in him, than in Job’s blind eye, should Betty be lost to him.,Billy heard her, though. “Come on, sister, mamma, too, and see the fun,” he called, not unwillingly, for he was a bit proud of their work now that it was out in the light of day. He had reason; it was really an imposing craft for boys to build from scraps.,CHAPTER XV.—MERRY-MAKING IN THE HAY-LOFT.,And gents your black and tan,,“Put her in my room and give me the Fo’castle; I’ve always wanted to bunk there.”,“They’re great frauds, those aristocratic cats of sister’s,” Billy explained; “not a bit of use. They won’t fight, and—”.