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"Oh pity sake! Let's hurry.","You kin have that Jim Scroggie over to supper tonight, Willium, if you want to.","What did she say to you?","A boat in trouble? Where is she?",Anson nodded and set the dinner-pail down on the bridge.,"An' you'll help us, as you promised?","Of course I do, ma'am," answered Mr Eagle, with profound astonishment moving in his face as though it were some vitalising[Pg 332] subcutaneous influence that stirred in one part of his visage at a time. "Don't you recollect me, ma'am?","Stop!" Mrs. Wilson had risen suddenly from her chair and stood pointing an accusing finger at Billy.,Mrs. Wilson nodded. "It is. Two pieces of bread an' butter an' a doughnut an' a tart fer each of you. Is it enough?",Maurice sat down weakly on a block and wiped his face on his sleeve.,She bent and gave the dogs a farewell pat; then moved like the spirit of the moonlight to the house. "Good night," she called softly from the doorway.,"It seems to be the only thing that helps," gasped Landon as he swallowed the draught..