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Billy entered with a cat under each arm. “Geewhillikins,” he introduced, “the best fighter in town,” and put down a stub-tailed, gray cat, half as large as the house pets, with “tom-cat” speaking from every hair of him. “I think mamma’s partial,—she lets sister’s cats come in the house, but not mine.”,After supper, Betty was sought diligently, but without success. At last Moses discovered her underneath the huge red tablecloth that covered the dining-room table. She was sound asleep on the floor with Jethro in her arms and his head on her bosom. Her face was smeared with tear-stains.,From where he stood Billy could see the distress in her face. He must think of a way to get her, and he must, must hurry!,To-day his mother’s words had left a pang. He would soon be a man and have to “think for himself.” Yes, and work, too. “Gee whiz! It’ll be tough not to play any more,” he exclaimed under his breath as he bowled along the tree-lined road that led to the Prettyman farm.,Dough when Mother bakes the bread,,The bun in question must have had great dynamic force, the tail of Jethro bearing evidence to the internal power generated.,“Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.”,As the party, now restored to composure, left the garden, Mrs. Mifsud remarked with her usual aptness, “I occasionally experience premonitions, Mrs. Wopp, that St. Elmo will some day attain celebrity as a clairvoyant.”,Warwick Bro’s & Rutter, Limited, Printers and Bookbinders, Toronto, Canada.,“Every tub must stan’ on its own bottom,” commented Mrs. Wopp. But even as she spoke, an unmistakable expression of gratified pride spread over her large motherly countenance.,CHAPTER XI GOOD-NIGHT IN THE FO’CASTLE,“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?”.