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Billy lifted the pails and turned up the path.,Patricia puckered her brow inquiringly.,A hand shot up at this point in the lesson and a thin voice piped, “Please, Mis’ Wopp, I was to the Fair last year.”,Elinor slipped an arm about her. "But what is it, Ju dear?","Well! And did he do so?",Something like a sigh escaped the man who listened to this edict. He took a lagging step or two forward.,"Dat so?" said a hoarse voice at the door.,Mrs. Wilson remained thoughtful. Billy, watching her with furtive speculation, hoped from the relaxing lines in her brow that all was well with the world once more. Hope became an assurance with her next words.,"This day week, then," he says, having heard, and taken to heart the wisdom of, the old maxim about striking while the iron is hot.,Patricia looked inquiringly at him.,"Open this door!","But what is Lady Lilias like? I did not notice her the other night," says Mona..